Dean tapped his finger on the dashboard but the gauge remained depressingly stuck on empty.
"Huh, There must be something wrong with the display," Dean grumbled. "I filled her up at the last gas station."
Sam looked on silently as Dean launched into a tirade accusing station owners of fixing the gas pumps to cheat customers.
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It was all for show. They both knew why the Impala guzzled so much gas. Like the brothers themselves, she was aging and needed more of everything than before. More attention, more repairs, more spare parts. The list was endless.
But she was so dear to the brothers' hearts that they repeatedly ignored the reality of the car's age.
An image of the Impala rusting and falling to pieces in some junkyard tugged at Sam's heartstrings, yet he was aware that all living beings, and even inanimate objects, would one day crumble into dust.
He gazed at Dean, the love for his big brother filling his heart. That was their destiny too.
Sam prayed that he would be the first to die. He'd been left crying over Dean's dead body too many times. There was no way he was going through that agony again.
As if he was privy to Sam's thoughts, Dean turned his head and met Sam's gaze. "You're kinda quiet there, Sammy," he declared. "What's going through that big brain of yours?"
Sam flashed a smile. They shared just about everything, but some thoughts were meant to remain private.
"Nothing, Dean. I was just about to google where the nearest service station is. Maybe there we'll get more fuel for our dollars."
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Dean stared into Sam's eyes for another moment before turning away. Some thoughts needed to remain private!