Author's Note: I've gone an done another drabble. Actually, I think my drabbles are a little longer than they are supposed to be, but I can't help it. Can you?

Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. If it did, I think the world would suddenly end.

Dean always knows how take care of me.

I love it when he grips my steering wheel tight, slams his foot with just the right amount of pressure on my gas and makes me peel out. He likes to talk me when he thinks no one is looking, and when he plunges his hands deep into my engine, sometimes I just about lose it.

I am so grateful he is my owner, because he sure knows how to treat me like a lady.

And Sam isn't too bad either, warming up my seats with his heat and tapping his fingers along my dashboard to whatever music Dean is playing.

It tickles me, but I like it.

Dean is my favorite, though.

Now, I can hear Dean and Sam leaving their current motel, and making their way towards me. Already my seats are anticipating the weight of their bodies pressing down and making them groan. I can only hold my breath at the thought of Dean running his fingers oh so slowly across my hood.

Ahh. Yes- just like that, Dean.

He pulls open my door roughly, and then hops in, planting his firm behind right in my seat.

"Ready for a road trip, baby?" He purrs to me, stroking my steering wheel so lovingly.

Oh, Dean, I think. I'm always ready for anything. You can ride me all night long.

NOTE: Um... *shifts eyes nervously* the Impala made me do it!