In the analogy of Dean = Baby, everyone wants a peek under her hood. They can't ever just admire her or enjoy her for what she is. They always wanna hack the machine, know how she works, and be so smug about it. Or they wanna mock her. Or they wanna call her a symbol of Masculine Men TM. Their property and class symbol and pride. And not what she really is - a home and warmth. She held the memories of Sam and Dean's entire childhood. She's the canvas and the shelter at once. Confining as she can be, she's all their family had. She's the original family heirloom, the og family symbol. And people like Henry think you'll get greasy if you're near her. Sam loves her but he's fundamentally incompatible. Others will rip her apart with no regard. Others wanna take her apart just because. Because they think they understand her so well. And they're all always wrong precisely because they simply cannot fucking let her be. Dean is the only one who can "fix her" or maintain her or enjoy the purr of her engine because he's the only one who tends to HER. Not always trying to pick her apart to see what makes her tick. He knows. It's a quite certainty and knowledge. He cleans her windows and her seats and tires first. It's respect. Everyone else is constantly looking to break in. And they are always so wrong.
