God wonders why Dean calls his car she...
God sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, her thin fingers fluttering across the buttons and dials on the dash. Curiosity was splayed across her delicate features. She had seen little in her short time on Earth, and this was one of the most peculiar things she had come across. She was fascinated by the glowing runes that changed after the same amount of time, and the things in the glove compartment were strange.
Dean pulled open the door and slid into the driver's seat, watching God as she examined everything in the car.
"You have a fascinating mode of transportation, Dean," God muttered as she poked one of the many buttons beneath the glowing runes.
Dean pulled his lips into a cocky half-smile. "She's a beauty, isn't she?"
God's brow furrowed in confusion. "How does one distinguish a male from a female?"
"Oh, um, no," Dean blinked. He had a hard time believing God was that oblivious. "Cars don't have genders."
"Then why do you call it 'she'?"
Dean thought for a moment. He wasn't sure how to answer her strange question. "I dunno… I'm attached?"
God's head cocked to the side. "I shall remember that humans refer to things they believe important as a female."