"I think it'd be adorable," Sam shot back, tugging the pants up his waist, "tiny girl, big truck. Who says you've gotta fit in with the small and small cliche?" The belt was next. He began to drag it through the loops at his waist, strategically angling himself as he worked so that he wouldn't slam his head against the roof again.
Sam flopped back down onto the seat and pushed a hand through his hair. He looked more than displeased with her, right in that moment. "No. You are not giving this car a gender." He'd already heard it enough from Dean. Adding Ruby onto the list of people in his life who loved their cars enough to decide that they were 'he's' or 'she's' was not what he wanted to do. "Next thing you know, you're gonna be naming her Sally."
He reached for the buttons on his shirt, carefully doing them up one by one. He hit the neck, adjusted the collar, then reached for the jacket and pushed the side door open and swung his legs out. Sam suddenly felt a little less cramped than before. Stupid car.