Why should he give a damn? The car was his; Dean had left it to him. He could sell it to this guy for whatever it was worth, Ralph would know, and buy himself something else. Something new. Nondescript. Why the hell he and Dean drove around in something that was so fucking recognizable was beyond him. *cowers terrified in the corner* Don't do it Sammy!
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*cowers terrified in the corner* Don't do it Sammy!