The roar of the Impala's engine never failed to provoke a feeling of pleasure in the young hunter's heart.
She was his Baby, a mechanical lover that Dean felt closer to than the actual women he had lain with. She was loyal as the day was long, she provided him with shelter from the outside world, mobility to ride the backroads of the USA, and a warded refuge from the evil beings who would've liked nothing better than to tear him limb from limb.
But the most important 'accessory' the Impala was equipped with consisted of one chestnut-haired, hazel-eyed little brother, his tall lanky body currently folding itself into the passenger seat.
And although Dean loved the Impala, she couldn't compare with his boundless love for Sam.
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When Sam settled in, pulled the door closed, and turned to smile at him, Dean's pleasure grew a thousand-fold.
Three was an awesome number, he mused as he pulled away from the sidewalk.
Dean, Sam, and Baby.