Hello readers! This is a sonnet about the Impala's thoughts during Supernatural. For those of you that aren't familiar with these, sonnets are a type of poem popular in Shakespeare's time. They are composed of fourteen lines, written in iambic pentameter, and using a ABAB / CDCD / EFEF / GG rhyme scheme. Please enjoy, and as always, I own none of this.

For more than thirty years that I've had life

The past few are the ones that mean the most

For though they have been filled with tears and strife

It's to the greatest soul that I play host

I feel his calloused hands upon my wheel

He thinks I cannot think, but this I know:

We cannot speak but his thoughts I can feel

His mind is one that only I will know

His thoughts are ones of grief, or love, of war,

His brother and the secrets that he knows

And even though his ways will lead afar

He tells me where to go and I will go

I neither know nor worry where that is

For there could be no better life than this