I’m glad to be the reason for all the Winpala on the dash <3 I love objectum/carfucker Dean who makes love to his Baby. I love supportive Sam who also loves Baby like that too, but feels kind of shy about it.
I love that any time they fuck in the Impala it’s actually a threesome.
I love when the boys fondle the vinyl seats or the wheel or the dashboard like it’s foreplay.
I love the idea of them getting heady when they smell her gasoline or vinyl or metal like it’s a sex pheromone.
I love when they see that the gas tank indicator is signaling it’s low, and they actually feel a slight parched feeling in the back of their throat.
I love the light slaps they give her hood when she gets them to their location safe and sound.
I love how when they close her trunk, it’s like slapping her plump ass. And opening her is like spreading her cheeks.
I love when they trace long fingers on the glass of her window when it’s foggy and humid out, like how they would caress a lover.
I love when the print of Sam’s or Dean’s cheek as they lean tired heads against her leaves a ghost mark there.
Just hnnngh, the brothers and their family and home, Baby.











