She sat in that tow lot, weeping 10w30 tears and bleeding buckets of transmission and radiator fluid. Physically, she's as broken and bloody as her boys. Her bones are twisted, mangled pieces of steel and chrome. Her flesh is shattered bits of wood and glass. Yet, she's nowhere near ready to roll over and say die. She wants revenge, same as her boys.

She wants to pay back yellow-eyes for hurting Dean - her Dean.

She wants to teach the bastard not to mess with Sam - her Sammy.

She wants to peel out in his face for stealing John - her John.

She wants to...

"Oh, man," she can hear Sam say. "Dean is gonna be totally pissed when he sees her."

She knows Sammy is right. She knows Dean is gonna be pissed when he sees the damage done by that semi-truck. She can imagine the scene he's gonna make as he stomps all around her battered and bruised frame, cursing a blue streak at every dent, every ripple, every piece of steel he sees hanging off her. There are gonna be tears in his eyes as he gently strokes her crushed door panel, bent fender and busted front headlight. Then his face is gonna set in that way that says he is gonna make her good as new.

"Look, Sam." The old hunter who came with Sam to visit her lets out a deep sigh. "This... this just ain't worth the tow." He wipes a hand over his whiskered face and studies her with an eye that sees everything wrong. "I'm telling you we should just empty the trunk of everything that's necessary and scrap the rest."

See, she knows Sammy won't agree with what the old hunter is saying. He's only seeing the damage done to her outside. He doesn't know her heart is still beating. And that it will keep so long as she has Sam and Dean to keep her alive.

"No," Sammy replies firmly. "Dean would skin me if we scraped her."

"Sam..."

"No, Bobby." Sam stares at the older man with eyes that she sees are just a bit glassy. "When Dean gets better he's gonna wanna fix her."

"Sam, I'm telling you there's just nothing here to fix." He indicates her with a wave of a hand. "The frame's bent more than a pretzel, the engine's in more pieces than a jigsaw and the transmission looks like a cube. There's barely even any parts worth salvaging for the scrap yard."

Again, Sam doesn't agree with the hunter's assessment of her condition.

"Listen to me, Bobby." His tone is as serious as the expression on his face. "One working part on her is enough for Dean."

"Sam…"

"Dean isn't gonna give up on her," Sam told the hunter. "I'm not giving up on her, either."

No, Dean isn't gonna give up on her. Neither of her boys will ever give up on her. Why should they give up on her? She's m never given up on them. No, she is the one constant in their lives. She is the one thing those boys can always count upon being there for them. She is the only thing that has never let them down. She is everything to them. As they are everything to her.

"Okay," the hunter tells Sam after a few moments. "Okay, you got it, Sam. I'll tow her to the yard."

To the yard.

Where Dean will put her back together so they can tear asphalt in pursuit of that yellow-eyed son of a bitch.

Together.

At the end of the day, together is all that what matters.

A/N: Hello, all! Hope this finds you well!

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