Bobby stared at the twisted mass of steel, shattered glass and bloodstained leather with a mixture of shock and dismay, fear and anger and all around relief that she could withstand the force of the semi-truck that rammed into her half as well as she had. If she hadn't… well, he didn't allow himself to complete that thought. She had sustained the worst of the blow and thus saved the lives of her boys.

The damn thing was a wreck on four wheels. Fixing her up would require work. A lotta work. Getting the boy standing beside him to see that, though? Well, he imagined sawing off his foot with a toothpick would be a whole lot easier. Still, he tried to convince Sam that it was time to say goodbye to this car that was so much more than a car to him. And to Dean…

"Sam, there's just nothing here to fix." He kept his tone neutral, going for reasonable and logical over brutal and blunt. "The frame's bent more than a pretzel, and the engine's in more pieces than a jigsaw. There's barely even any parts worth salvaging for the scrap yard."

As he expected, Sam didn't agree with his assessment.

"Listen to me, Bobby." His tone was as serious as the expression upon his face. "If there's only one working part, that's enough."

"Sam…"

"Dean wouldn't give up on her." Sam shook his head. "I'm not giving up on her, either."

No, Dean wouldn't give up on her. Bobby knew that. He knew neither boy would ever give up on her. So long as there was something there that they could possibly fix, they would never let her go. And why should they give up on her? He asked himself as he stared into Sam's red-rimmed eyes. She's never given up on them. No, this 1967 Impala was the one constant in the lives of Sam and Dean Winchester. She was the one thing they could always count upon being there for them. She was the only thing that has never let them down. She was everything to them. And they would do everything in their power to bring her back from the brink of death.

"Okay," he finally told him quietly. "Okay, you got it, Sam. I'll tow her to the yard."

"Thank you, Bobby."

Bobby watched silently as Sam ran a hand over one twisted fender. He swore he heard a sound, almost like a tick of metal that was trying to unbend itself. He shook his head. Getting dodgy in my old age. However, something told him that the car sitting there with her body smashed nearly to bits and her inner works exposed to the early morning air wasn't done.

Not by a long shot.

A/N: Hi, all! Hope the week has been good to you!

This episode is tagged to 2x01