This was short, sweet, painful, beautiful. I loved how you captured all the small facets of grief in between the lines. The snippet that somehow broke my heart the most:

Dean works every waking second on The Impala in West Virginia for a month and a week until he gets her fixed.

She’s the last thing his Mom ever rode in, and now the last thing his Dad ever did too.

Sam helps him wash her everyday.

Oh, boys. *wibbles*