SPN - Chuck Shurley Narration

"On April 21st, 1967, the hundred millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville. A blue two door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches, Lieutenant Governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her, but they should've, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car...no, the most important object in pretty much the whole universe.

She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends he'd drive around giving bibles to the poor, "getting folks right for judgement day" is what he said. Sam and Dean don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile. After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used car lot in Lawrence, where a young Marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that's where this story begins...and here's where it ends.

The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have, and a few things they don't, but none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important - the army man that Sam crammed in the ash-tray, that's still stuck there. The Lego's that Dean shoved into the vents, to this day, heat comes on, you can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car their's, really their's. Even when Dean rebuilt her from the ground up and made sure all these little things stayed, cause it's the blemishes that make her beautiful. The devil doesn't know or care what car the boys drive.

In between jobs, Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day, sometimes a week if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets, Sam used to insist on honest work but, now he hustles pool, like his brother. They could go anywhere and do anything, they drove a thousand miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game, and when it was clear they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood and watch the stars, for hours, without saying a word. It never really occurred to them that, sure they never really had a roof and four walls, but they were never in fact...homeless.

Any chapped-assed monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch, there's always gonna be holes, and since it's the ending it's all supposed to add up to something I'm telling you...they're the raging pain in the ass.

This is the last Dean and Bobby will see each other in a very long time, and for the record, this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a Rougarou outside of Dayton, but not Dean. Dean didn't want Cas to save him, every part of him, every fibre he's got wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back, but he isn't gonna do either, because he made a promise.

So what does it all add up to? It's hard to say, but me I'd say this was a test, for Sam and Dean, and I think they did all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny and God himself. They made their own choice, they chose family, and, well...isn't that kinda the whole point.

No doubt endings are hard, but then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?