Dean seemed to light up at that question as he took a seat beside her. "That is my baby. Was given to me by my father. I learned to drive in it. He passed it on to me and I've taken care of her. She was recently smashed up pretty badly but I rebuilt her. Wasn't gonna let a car like that go."
That car meant a lot to Dean. He didn't care if she ate up gas like it was going out of style. She was his baby. She kept his tools for hunting in her secret. She was his home for as long as he knew. And he would really hurt anyone if they did her harm.