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The Impala may have been a car, but it didn't mean she couldn't see things. She had a conscience, created from all the memories that the car held. Everything in her was some kind of memory. The wheel, worn over all the times Dean used it. (to drive, and as a drum set too) The seats, imprints of the brothers and their friends, or enemies. The little blood spatters, the cuts in the trunk from the knives and other assortments of things. The army man, the carving, the Legos, all parts of the Winchesters past. She remembered back to what Chuck said. 'It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls but they were never, in fact homeless.'
It warmed her nonexistent heart that she was a home for her boys. She loved them to death, the way Dean treated her like she was a person, and how Sam made sure she never got a scratch on her. (Mostly Deans threats but she takes what she can get) She put all of their adventures in neat little boxes in her head, so when something was bad she always went back to the good times.
She decided, that it was time for her to tell the stories from her perspective.
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After the End of the Road
FanficThe story of the Winchesters who grew up too fast, and their friends along the way, the way the Impala sees it all. "She was a home for them, but she also felt like part of the team, and she was happy."
