"I miss my car," Sam said. His car was probably the only thing he'd felt any sort of attachment to. It wasn't The Impala, it didn't even compare to The Impala. It was newer, sleeker, maybe even sexier, but it wasn't the same. It had a 6 CD changer, an MP3 adapter for his iPod. It had power windows and heated seats. It was a beast, compared to The Impala, but Sam had allowed himself to grow comfortable with it.
It wasn't so much the car he missed, but the fact he could drive. He could take off, whenever he wanted, and go where ever he wanted. Sometime he went nowhere at all. Sometimes he just wanted to drive to drive, for the freedom of the open road. That was gone now, and Sam knew it was one thing he and Dean could agree on, and relate to.