ā||Ā Originally posted on ao3Ā but since I made such a mess of that, I decided to cross post it here.
Deanās never needed to know anything about his car; it gets him where he needs to go and when it doesnāt he takes it into the shop. Sure, recently, itās started making weird noises but heās been driving it anyway because itās still working fine it just sounds kinda funny.
He manages to hold out for a month before Sam calls him out on it and tells him to do something about it. Deanās driving him home one day and as soon as he starts the car, Sam frowns at him, but he doesnāt speak until they speed up a little and the clanking sound gets worse.
āDo you not hear that?ā Sam asks, sounding more than a little concerned.
āOh yeah, itās been doing that for like, a month. I dunno.ā
āAnd you didnāt think maybe you should take it in and get someone to look at it?ā
āItāll be fine,ā Dean shrugs, āit always it.ā
āUh dude, no. Thatās not good, weāre taking the car in.ā
Dean wants to tell him that thereās no point, that itāll just stop on his own like it always does, but by the time he opens his mouth, Sam is already on the phone with the garage, booking him in for the following morning. Dean groans because he was looking forward to doing nothing on his day off, but Sam insists and by the time they get to his place, Deanās relented and agreed to take the car in.
The next morning, Dean finds himself sitting in the waiting room of the auto shop, slouched in a lumpy chair with a three-month-old car magazine he wouldnāt have cared about when it was new. Heās been waiting forty-five minutes when the girl who booked him in comes into the room looking for him.
āAre you Dean Winchester?ā she asks, and Dean gives her a look, nodding slowly.
āYeah,ā he says slowly, expecting the worst.
āMechanic wants to see you.ā
āAlright,ā he pushes himself up from the chair and follows her out of the room and out into the shop. Honestly, he was expecting so much worse; talking to the mechanic is nothing compared to finding out his car is trashed - presumably if that was the case anyone could tell him that and he wouldnāt be dragged out into the shop.
He saunters after her, fully prepared to have some grease covered teenager explain to him how to keep up with the car and whatnot. He has no intentions of doing so, but heāll hear the kid out and nod and agree and in a few months when Sam forces him back here, theyāll do the same thing all over again.
Dean stops short when he spots the guy leaning over his car because yeah, the mechanic is covered in great, but heās nowhere near a teenager and Deanās heart skips a beat as the guyās arm flexes where heās leaning against the Impala. Heās tanned under the black smudges and thereās sweat beading on his shoulders - a side effect of the shop being roughly a million degrees, Dean assumes - and Deanās never been so turned on by overalls and a mostly-white tanktop in his life. Heās prepared to turn on the charm and he flashes a grin at the guy as he turns to face him.
Fuck, if anything, heās even hotter face-to-face and thereās something about his eyes that draws Dean in and leaves him mindless. The mechanic quirks an eyebrow at Dean, and if he wasnāt so damn entranced, heād notice that the girl from the desk looks vaguely terrified and makes herself scarce as quickly as possible. Dean opens his mouth to introduce himself, but heās abruptly cut off.
āIs this your car?ā he grumbles, and man what a voice. God, the thoughts that voice invokes are pure filth and Dean can barely bring himself to nod his assention because heās so caught up imagining the sounds this guy would make with Deanās mouth wrapped around his dick. He doesnāt have long to think about it though, because before he can realize exactly what heās considering, the mechanic is stepping up into his space and launching into a tirade, berating Dean for each and every thing thatās wrong with the car. Apparently, everything.
