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Day Two
He’d never been fanciful, despite Dad and Dean always teasing him about his imagination. Oh, he’d always been quick to visualize just exactly how things could go wrong on the hunt, right from the first night he realized what his family did. Apart from those very specific worries and the disturbingly vivid images of pain, fear, and loss they could evoke, however, he’d never indulged in imagining things. He’d never invested machines with souls or animals with human personalities.
And yet, forever alone now in the Impala, he heard her engine moan in lonely grief when he turned the key.
