Tangible Schizophrenia


Chariot of God

Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: G
Pairing: None. John genfic.
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Summary: The point of the car.


He never washed it down with anything less than diluted holy water. The oil he used on the leather upholstery had been blessed as well, and whenever he could help it, he replaced parts with pieces that had been in cars that had carried bishops, cardinals, popes.

There’re ashes from the pyres of Hindu holy men ground into the carpet—good thing John knows his sons, and knows Dean trusts a wet rag over a vacuum—and Anasazi holy symbols engraved into the undercarriage. Voodoo brick dust in the trunk lining. The seats are partly stuffed with pages torn from Buddhist scriptures. It’s not enough, John thinks, not enough, but it’s what he can do for his boys.

I wouldn’t have given you the damn thing if I thought you were going to ruin it.