Fixing Up Baby Dean Winchester X Reader

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Requested by InterruptingMoose218 Thank you!  FOR PEOPLE WHO KNOW STUFF ABOUT CARS I APOLOGIZE FOR MY LACK OF KNOWLEDGE ON THE SUBJECT ON CARS! I HOPE I WON'T DISGRACE YOU TOO MUCH LOL.

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"(Y/N)!" Dean hollered at you.

"What?!" You screamed back.

"Help me fix baby!"

"I don't need fixin'!" You smirked, such a smooth talker you were. No not really, but you had your moments.

"Well aren't you just too funny?" Dean ran up to your room in the bunker, opening up the door to find you laying on your bed, scrolling on (App's Name).

"Hello there, Mr.Winchester, how may I be of service today?" You asked, a gleam in your eyes.

"Well today, I'm gonna teach you how to change oil and all the other things that baby needs fixing. But tonight," He crept a little closer, wrapping you around in his arms. "I'll be taking another service." He winked.

"Okay, hotshot, don't get ahead of yourself." You patted his shoulder. "You know the last time you made me help you fix stuff, I complained too much to the point were you said to just leave. You sure about this?"

"Yeah, well sort of. Just trust me, besides, we could use a little alone time." He suggested, pulling you up and took a hold o your waist.

"Okay, to the garage then!' You yelled and marched with him to the bunker's garage.

~Time Skip brought to you by MY HOLLA TO MY BASKETBALL PLAYERS/LOVERS WHO READ THIS HOW HAVE YALL BEEN? WHAT POSITION DO YOU PLAY? WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLLEGE TEAM? WHAT TEAM DO YOU PLAY FOR? To answer my own questions, I've been good, got some games in Pine City whoop! I play Post, Guard, and once or twice Point Guard. DUKES ARE WHERE ITS AT FOR ME! I play for the Zimmerman Thunder, currently on JV! Maybe some of you Minnesotan people have heard of Zimmerman, yes?~

"This is the transmission, engine..." Dean rambled on about the different mechanics of the Impala. 

"Oh! That's where you put the oil in!" You pointed out.

Dean smiled. "Mmm hmmm, very good (Y/N)." He leaned in and pecked you on the lips.

"Do I get a kiss for everything I get right?"

"No, then you would get about no kisses?" Dean grinned, you smacked him on the shoulder.

"Rude." You muttered.

"Okay, so hold this." Dean handed you a jug of oil. He did the thing to where you can pour the oil in. (IDK, Seriously, don't hurt me.)

"Pour it in." He motioned at the oil.

"Okay~" You hummed, concentrating immensely on not spilling it on all the other mechanisms. He told you when t stop and you handed him the bottle proudly, not having spilled a drop.

"Heh, you should've seen Sammy first doing this. Dad was staring him down like a hawk, I'm pretty sure the kid had a heart attack." Dean grinned at the memory.

"Yeah, your more of the hands on guy, Sam's like the nerd." You giggled.

Dean shook his head and grabbed a flashlight. "We need to take a look at the (Some Name of a Thing in the Car that IDK what it's Called.)." He messed around with some contraption, which got his hands extremely dirty and greasy.

"Ew, why I did I agree to this?" You scrunched up your nose in distaste.

"C'mere and I'll show you why." Dean grinned while trying to grab you with his gross hands.

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