Fred looked a little confused. How did a car go missing? Was Dean really that attached to it? She glanced at the garage not far off and saw something that looked like a tree standing in a place that didn't seem right, a tree that seemed very not the right sort when compared to the other trees. Then she remembered some of what both the Winchesters had told her about their lives; the car always seemed to play a part somehow.
The first 'oh' was one of recognition, and the second softer, sadder 'oh' was of realization. She looked up at him, giving him a soft sad smile.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I'm really sorry." She rocked to her toes and placed a kiss as close to his lips as possible. "Will he be okay? Are you okay?"