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The first time it happened, you barely even noticed it. You had always loved the impala, almost as much as Dean did. If Sam was fond of it, and Dean obsessed with it, then you were appreciative and affectionate. You couldn’t imagine riding in anything else. From the body, to the leather seats, to the trunk space (roomy even for the King of Hell), to how she handled, ‘Baby’ was perfection. It was a classic from the 60’s, had gotten destroyed by a tractor trailer, and still managed to haul your asses across the country. But needless to say, you never imagined that a car would return those affections. The instances beg

Dashing through the states, With a car trunk full of guns. Seeking out their fates, Full of danger, daring fun. Gun shells full of salt, Making demons pay. Oh, what thrill it is to vroom in a ‘67 Chevrolet. Oh, demon smoke, Spirit sounds, Fighting everyday. Oh what thrill it is to vroom In a ‘67 Chevrolet. Hey! Vampire fangs, shifter skin Our butts kicked day by day. Oh, what fun it is to help In a ‘67 Chevrolet. Not so long before, Dean had went to hell. Sam was lost and sore, He tried every spell. After months had seared, Nothing was ever said. Then Castiel appeared, And pulled Dean from the dead! Oh