A second-hand 67’ Chevy impala sold to a young John Winchester had become the most important thing in the universe, but over time after John had died, his oldest son Dean inherited the old girl. Dean adored the car and made sure that everything was in nicknack shape, he would rebuild it, if it was damaged, it was his car, his baby. But even deans time with the car came and gone, and it was left abandoned on an empty field. She’ll just sit there, gathering dust, and rust. Tag artists names graffitied on the side, soon would make themselves upon her black paint, and this once beautiful car would be nothing but an empty shell surrounded by metal, rust and the home to many spiders. The long weeds and grass beside her wheels, yellowed and died.
Kids of the town would walk past, running their hands along the uneven metal sides, they would tell ghost stories about the impala, but they didn’t know half the ghost happenings that happened with this beast.
She was part of the field, as much as the field was of the town, no one would give it a second glance, no one would even buy the land she sat upon, the old rusted out car, with it’s broken windows and faded leather seats, was now nothing and no one would believe that long ago, that rusted old girl, was the home to two boys and held their every memory and story.
All shows end, Most ships sink, caring is not an advantage.