By birth as much as by breed, millions of miles of American Highway under her dash, dust of a dozen states on her wheels.
But the truck doesn’t care about that. He’s older than her, not wiser, haunted too long by a human who’d lived and judged according to forms and colors. It doesn’t care that her heart and soul belongs to this land, this wide stretch of earth and freedom, that she’d burned more gasoline and took more dents than the truck could imagine to save it, from beings like him.
Impala has always been a quiet presence, Dean’s everpresent love who’ll never drive away from him, but this case is a battle of cars. This time, Dean and Sam may just watch as Impala BAMF’s him off the map.
That weird feeling when you write for a troll secret.