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Sam sits in the drivers seat of the Impala and looks at the interior.
Eighty-Nine Cents in the ash tray
Sam exhales slowly and starts the car. The hum of the engine causes a bottle to roll in the backseat.
Half empty bottle of beer rolling in the floorboard
He pulls out of the parking space and onto the main road. He heard of a job in Montana and was headed that way, but there was something in his line of veiw.
That dirty Braves cap on the dash (Authors Note: I have no idea what team Dean likes).
Sam tries to smile at the hat but continues to drive.
Samulet hangin’ from the rear view
That he can smile for. That stupid Christmas so many years ago.
Old beer can, and combat boots and a old flannel shirt folded in the back
He looked to the passenger seat, he knew deep down that he should in no universe be driving this car. He belonged in the passanger seat, Dean's right hand man.
This thing burns gas like crazy, but that’s alright
People got their ways of coping
Oh, and I’ve got mine
Sam tried to turn on the radio but the Metallica tape was playing exactly where his brother had left it. Sam wanted to hit eject, but he couldn't bring himself to.
I drive your car
I roll every window down
Sam remembers how gassy Dean would get, but Dean always claimed it was he who was the most gassy. Liar.
And I burn up
Every back road in this town
Every twist and turn of deserted highway made Sam's somatch ache. Driving was not anything like he'd wanted it to ever be. When he would ask Dean to drive, it was as a joke, he knew Dean wouldn't let him. But now, driving is Sam's only choice.
I find a field, I tear it up
Til all the pain’s a cloud of dust
Winchester's always had a keen way of hiding their pain and Sam was doing a hell of a job at it. Every time a lump formed he would force it down and grip the steering wheel tighter.
I leave that radio playing
That same classic rock station where ya left it
Sam feels his fingers burn as he flips through radio stations, but keeps returning to the one Dean always played.
And you’d probably punch my arm right now
If you saw this tear rollin’ down on my face
The last time Sam cried as hard as he wanted to at this exact moment was with Madison (AN: It was Madison right, the one that turned into a werewolf?) Dean cried with Sam, he knew Dean wouldn't want him crying now.
Hey, man I’m tryin’ to be tough
And Bobby asked me this morning
If I’d been by your grave
Sam thinks of the hole in the middle of a group of trees. Bobby wanted to salt and burn Dean but Sam knew his brother would be back.
But that casket ain’t where I feel you anyway
The Impala was exactly where Sam needed to be. His brothers pride and joy, the one thing Dean cared about, probably more than Sam.
I’ve cussed, I’ve prayed, I’ve said goodbye
No matter how much Sam wished there was something he could do to bring his brother back, the only chance he could see was one Dean wouldn't want him to take. Sam, driving in the Impala late at night, would pretend that Dean would hear his baby brother talking to him.
Shook my fist and asked Meg why
These days when I’m missing you this much
Sam takes deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves. If Dean were to ever come back, things might be different between them. Maybe.
I drive your truck...
And I burn up
Every back road in this town...all the pain’s a cloud of dust
sometimes, brother sometimes
Sometimes Sam misses Dean more than he thought he ever would. He thinks that during a job he could never figure it out with his big brother. Then theres Bobby, but he is not Dean. Dean is stubborn and a jerk and all the things Sam used to strive to be. Sometimes, all Sam needs is his brother.
I drive your car
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind
I drive your car