On April 21st, 1967 the one hundred millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville, a blue two door Caprice. There was a big ceremony, speeches, the Lieutenant Governor even showed up, but three days later another car rolled off that same line, no one gave two craps about her, but they should have. Because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car, no the most important object in 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 judgment day,” he said. Sam and Dean don’t know any of this but if they did, I’d 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.
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 Sam crammed in the ash tray, it’s still stuck there, the legos that Dean shoved into the vents, to this day, the heat comes on you can hear them rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs, really theirs. Even when Dean built it from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed because it’s the blemishes that make her beautiful. The Devil doesn’t know or care what kind of car Sam and Dean drive. In between jobs Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day, sometimes a week if they were lucky. They would 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 Ozzie show, two days for a Jay Hawks game, and when it was clear they would park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood and watch the stars, for hours without saying a word. It never occurred to them that sure they never really had a roof and four walls but they were never in fact homeless.
Endings are hard, any chapped ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning but endings are impossible. You try to tie up ever loose end, but you can’t, 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 and I’m telling you they are a raging pain in the ass. This is the last Dean and Bobby will see of each other for a very long time, and for the record at this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a Roogaroo outside of Dayton, but not Dean. Dean didn’t want Cas to save him, every part of him, every fiber he’s got wants to die or find a way to bring Sam back, but he isn’t going to do either because he made a promise. So what’s 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 say, they did alright. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, Destiny and God himself- they made their own choice, they chose family and well isn’t that kind of the whole point?
No doubt endings are hard, but nothing really ends does it?