Bentley
The Bentley had a mind of its own. Now, this isn't a case like saying your hair has a mind of its own because it won't stay in a particular hairstyle. If the Bentley were to be given an actual name, Christine would be extremely appropriate. The car isn't actually haunted, though, and it certainly doesn't go on a murderous rampage, though I think Crowley would love the car even more if it did. The Bentley does, however, occasionally do things that Crowley doesn't realize aren't his doing.
This happened over the course of nearly a century of the car being bombarded with demonic miracle after demonic miracle to keep it in brand new condition and to keep it from needing any petrol or minor maintenance. Maintenance which the car's owner found quite tedious, irritating, and time consuming so of course that had to go. But miracle after miracle, the car began to slowly develop a sort of sentience.
The first occasion that anyone who was paying attention would have noticed was one in which Crowley was driving through the country very late at night. While demons don't actually need to sleep, Crowley had done it often enough that his body would occasionally decide to shut down for a few moments, almost like a human falling asleep from exhaustion. When on a back country road with no lighting on a moonless night in the middle of nowhere this is a very dangerous thing to happen. One would expect that said demon would end up in a ditch on the side of the road in very short order but that did not happen in this particular instance. The car realized what was going on when it started to swerve a bit more than was normal for the driver and decided to correct it. When Crowley woke up shortly after, it never occurred to him that the car had actually been driving itself for about a tenth of a mile.
The Bentley had no particular taste in music so the radio played whatever station it could pick up when radios in cars were invented. Of course Crowley had one installed immediately. Or miracled one up, if one were honest about it. And the Bentley just happily went along with whatever music came across the airwaves. And then, 1973 happened. The Bentley was particularly fond of the lead singer of Queen, especially given the amount of time that he'd spent in the car. Though some of the activities that had taken place would have made the car blush if it had the ability to do so. Either way, the car really did love Freddie Mercury and so from that moment on, any music that came into the car would turn into Queen. It was the only music that the Bentley would allow to play from its radio, then eight track, then tape deck, then CD player. The form of media didn't matter, it would forever be Queen. The Bentley's particularly favorite song was, understandably, I'm In Love With My Car.
While cars do not have an actual concept of emotion, the Bentley seemed to understand when its driver's mood had changed. He would drive a bit differently when the angel was in the car. Though he never really drove safely, he didn't drive quite as insanely when the angel was with him. The Bentley liked the angel for the most part. It could tell when its owner was in a bad mood and that bad mood was usually caused by the angel being particularly nasty for some reason or another. On one such occasion, the Bentley's passenger door simply would not unlock when the angel tried to get in. No matter how many times Crowley unlocked it, it would immediately lock back again before the angel could open the door.
The Bentley started to realize, though, that the reason that Crowley would get upset when there was an argument was because he really did love the angel. More than he loved the Bentley, which was saying quite a lot. They both seemed completely unable to acknowledge their feelings. The angel being the most in denial of the two. At first, the Bentley wasn't really sure what to do about it. How does a car communicate with its occupants? And then the radio was installed in the car. While the car radio was invented in 1930, Crowley didn't install one until 1935. And then the Bentley had a chance.
The first time that the angel got into the car after that was in 1941. There wasn't much in the way of radio broadcasts because of the war, but that didn't stop the car. They were driving along with the radio playing and not talking. The angel was holding a bag of books and Crowley was paying attention to the road.
"You made me love you
Crowley's eyes went a little wide behind his sunglasses when the song started playing. He didn't look at the angel. He didn't want to see what could be on the angel's face. Of course the Bentley thought for sure that this would be all that was needed. The angel would surely get the message of the song, wouldn't he? Of course would. And then, nothing happened. The angel got out of the car without so much as a word other than goodbye and Crowley drove off and nothing else happened. The Bentley refused to start for a full week after that.
There was quite a gap before the next time the angel was in the car. They didn't talk for a few years. Crowley seemed to be irritated most of the time that he didn't see the angel and the Bentley noticed. His driving was considerably different and the Bentley actually had to take control more often during the gaps in communication. And then the angel was in the car again. And even though he was trying to be calm, Crowley was excited. The Bentley could tell. He was almost happy. It was nice. And the angel was there and the radio was on and the Bentley had its chance again.
This happened over the course of nearly a century of the car being bombarded with demonic miracle after demonic miracle to keep it in brand new condition and to keep it from needing any petrol or minor maintenance. Maintenance which the car's owner found quite tedious, irritating, and time consuming so of course that had to go. But miracle after miracle, the car began to slowly develop a sort of sentience.
The first occasion that anyone who was paying attention would have noticed was one in which Crowley was driving through the country very late at night. While demons don't actually need to sleep, Crowley had done it often enough that his body would occasionally decide to shut down for a few moments, almost like a human falling asleep from exhaustion. When on a back country road with no lighting on a moonless night in the middle of nowhere this is a very dangerous thing to happen. One would expect that said demon would end up in a ditch on the side of the road in very short order but that did not happen in this particular instance. The car realized what was going on when it started to swerve a bit more than was normal for the driver and decided to correct it. When Crowley woke up shortly after, it never occurred to him that the car had actually been driving itself for about a tenth of a mile.
The Bentley had no particular taste in music so the radio played whatever station it could pick up when radios in cars were invented. Of course Crowley had one installed immediately. Or miracled one up, if one were honest about it. And the Bentley just happily went along with whatever music came across the airwaves. And then, 1973 happened. The Bentley was particularly fond of the lead singer of Queen, especially given the amount of time that he'd spent in the car. Though some of the activities that had taken place would have made the car blush if it had the ability to do so. Either way, the car really did love Freddie Mercury and so from that moment on, any music that came into the car would turn into Queen. It was the only music that the Bentley would allow to play from its radio, then eight track, then tape deck, then CD player. The form of media didn't matter, it would forever be Queen. The Bentley's particularly favorite song was, understandably, I'm In Love With My Car.
While cars do not have an actual concept of emotion, the Bentley seemed to understand when its driver's mood had changed. He would drive a bit differently when the angel was in the car. Though he never really drove safely, he didn't drive quite as insanely when the angel was with him. The Bentley liked the angel for the most part. It could tell when its owner was in a bad mood and that bad mood was usually caused by the angel being particularly nasty for some reason or another. On one such occasion, the Bentley's passenger door simply would not unlock when the angel tried to get in. No matter how many times Crowley unlocked it, it would immediately lock back again before the angel could open the door.
The Bentley started to realize, though, that the reason that Crowley would get upset when there was an argument was because he really did love the angel. More than he loved the Bentley, which was saying quite a lot. They both seemed completely unable to acknowledge their feelings. The angel being the most in denial of the two. At first, the Bentley wasn't really sure what to do about it. How does a car communicate with its occupants? And then the radio was installed in the car. While the car radio was invented in 1930, Crowley didn't install one until 1935. And then the Bentley had a chance.
The first time that the angel got into the car after that was in 1941. There wasn't much in the way of radio broadcasts because of the war, but that didn't stop the car. They were driving along with the radio playing and not talking. The angel was holding a bag of books and Crowley was paying attention to the road.
"You made me love you
I didn't wanna do it
I didn't wanna do it
You made me want you
And all the time you knew it
I guess you always knew it
I didn't wanna do it
You made me want you
And all the time you knew it
I guess you always knew it
You made me happy sometimes
You made me glad
But there were times
You made me feel so bad
You made me glad
But there were times
You made me feel so bad
You made me cry for
I didn't wanna tell you
I didn't wanna tell you
I want some love that's true
Yes, I do, 'deed I do
You know I do
I didn't wanna tell you
I didn't wanna tell you
I want some love that's true
Yes, I do, 'deed I do
You know I do
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie what I cry for
You know you've got the brand of kisses
That I'd die for
You know you made me love you
You know you've got the brand of kisses
That I'd die for
You know you made me love you
You made me cry for
I didn't wanna tell you
I didn't wanna tell you
I want some love that's true
Yes, I do, 'deed I do
I didn't wanna tell you
I didn't wanna tell you
I want some love that's true
Yes, I do, 'deed I do
You know I do
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie what I cry for
You know you've got the brand of kisses
That I'd die for
You know you made me love you" *You know you've got the brand of kisses
That I'd die for
Crowley's eyes went a little wide behind his sunglasses when the song started playing. He didn't look at the angel. He didn't want to see what could be on the angel's face. Of course the Bentley thought for sure that this would be all that was needed. The angel would surely get the message of the song, wouldn't he? Of course would. And then, nothing happened. The angel got out of the car without so much as a word other than goodbye and Crowley drove off and nothing else happened. The Bentley refused to start for a full week after that.
There was quite a gap before the next time the angel was in the car. They didn't talk for a few years. Crowley seemed to be irritated most of the time that he didn't see the angel and the Bentley noticed. His driving was considerably different and the Bentley actually had to take control more often during the gaps in communication. And then the angel was in the car again. And even though he was trying to be calm, Crowley was excited. The Bentley could tell. He was almost happy. It was nice. And the angel was there and the radio was on and the Bentley had its chance again.
I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid like "I love you"
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid like "I love you"
I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you
For me it's true, it never seemed so right before
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you
For me it's true, it never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right your perfume fills my head
The stars get red and oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid like "I love you"
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right your perfume fills my head
The stars get red and oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid like "I love you"
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