I just found out that Fred Rogers (yeah, like Mr. Rogers Neighborhood, THAT Fred Rogers) drove a 67 Chevy Impala.
I don’t even know what these feels are.
Just imagining that Dean would sit with his eyes glued to the grainy motel TV, sometimes propping Sam up beside him and sometimes while his baby brother napped, and he’d watch Mr. Rogers religiously, because that was the only time of day that he felt safe and loved and acceptable.













