And lookie, hitching another car to the crossover train!
Title: More Than Meets the Eye
Fandom: Crossover: Supernatural and Transformers
Rating: Listed as NC-17 but I'd call it R/Mature
Word Count: ~1.8k
Link 1: http://archiveofourown.org/works/164463
Link 2: http://www.intimations.org/fanfic/supernatural/More%20Than%20Meets%20The%20Eye.html
Author's Summary: Dean had them heading towards Golden Valley on I-93 when the semi and the fighter jet went screaming by, blasting at each other with what looked like laserbeams. That was crazy enough, even before both of them smashed into the overpass and stopped long enough to unfold into giant robots.
Another brilliant crossover idea, because what do the Winchesters have that might be somehow even better were she to be Transformed? Hmmmm? You got it. Baby. Baby.
It's short but awesome. I sort of wish it were a 100k story, because there's just so much potential for Baby to help them hunt (and Dean's so happy, and that's always fun), but astolat (like she always does), does an amazing job with the perfect amount of words.
[Impala Transformer art!]
After I read the story, I thought that it would be pretty awesome if there was an illustration to go with, and lo and behold, google turned up this:
And THEN, when I was picking up the second story link above, I found this, which was actually done to go with this story (by _audrey):
Pretty girl! Amazing. Amazing. And Dean's so in looooooove. ♥ I think I am, too!
Dean shoved up the hood, muttering, "Goddamn fucking robots—" and stared in sick horror: the blue sparks were everywhere, chasing each other through the wiring, all over the engine block.
Sam blasted the thrashing robot with the salt and iron again, green flames bursting out of its guts, and it finally went limp.
"Get away from the car!" the kid was yelling, waving his arms at them. He'd grabbed up the cube. "Get away—"
"Dean—" Sam said, looking back at him.
"Shut up!" Dean snarled at him furiously. He jerked off his jacket and wrapped his hand in it—maybe he could, whatever, interrupt the reaction, whatever it was doing. He yanked the primary lead from the coil, but what the fucking hell, the car didn't shut off; the engine only roared louder.
The yellow car—yellow robot now, whatever, was lumbering towards them, playing something that sounded like a line from COPS: "Step away from the vehicle, sir," and the kid with the cube had run up and grabbed Sam's arm. "Come on, seriously, guys, you do not want to be standing here, you don't get it, the car's going to—"
"I am not leaving her!" Dean said, trying frantically to beat the sparks away with his jacket. "Keep that thing away from her—come on, baby, it's gonna be all right—"
The engine coughed twice, made one long rumbling throat-clearing noise, and then the car said, "It's all right, Dean, I'm fine."
Dean paused. He looked at Sam, whose eyes were popping. "Uh, did you just—"
The yellow robot was reaching down for them, and all of a sudden the Impala backed up a few paces, smacked her hood down and her doors shut, and then she was unfolding rapidly and standing up and up and up, gleaming black and silver, and she reached out and grabbed the yellow robot's hand before he could touch them. "They're mine," she said firmly.
"Oh my God," Sam said, staring up at the Impala.
"Oh my God," Dean said, fervently.
And now, on my day off, I will be watching Transformers and maybe some Supernatural and making a little crossover in my head.