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.
"Dean! Stop!" You shrieked as you ran around the garage, dodging his attempts to tackle you and finally grabbing a large hammer and holding it up in your defense. "I-I'll hit you!
"Whoa, whoa okay, see?" Dean took a rag out of his back pocket and wiped his hands clean of the grease. "Clean, now come here."
You set down the hammer and jumped on him. "What else do you have to do?"
"I have to check something under the car, so I need you to hand me tools." He replied.
"Then we need tunes." You said, walking over to the radio/dock next to the Impala. You plugged in your phone and switched on some (Favorite Song).
"Okay then." Dean got one of those rolley things that he lays on and slid under the car.
"What are you looking for?" You asked. He explained some complicated explanation with big words. You didn't do big words, so you zoned out and replied with a "Okay, cool."
"Wrench." He said, with an outstretched hand. You placed it in his hand. "Wrong size. Downgrade one."
"Tch, bossy much?" You rolled your eyes and handed him a smaller wrench.
You got bored since Dean didn't need anything anytime soon, so you began dancing to (Another Fav Song). Dean noticed your footwork was everywhere and deduced you were distracted with dancing, he slowly rolled out form under the car and yelled "Boo!"
"GOD DAMMIT DEAN WINCHESTER, I'M GONNA FRY YOUR ASS!" You yelped when he grabbed your leg out of the blue. "Let goooo." You whined.
"Not unless you give me a little kiss." he tapped his lips.
"Ugh fine." You scooted a little closer and knelt down, quickly pecking his lips and retreating, afraid he might do something. "Now let me go."
"Okay. We need to get a part that we don't have at the garage. We can go tomorrow." He said, rolling out form under the car and standing up.
"Well I can tell you the Impala is looking hella dirty, we have soap right?" You said, grabbing a bucket and two sponges.
"Yeah, on that shelf." Dean pointed behind you, you grabbed it. "Well pull her outside, we can't wash her inside numb nuts."
Dean smiled and hopped in the car, you opened up the garage and he backed out, just enough so you were still concealed so by passers couldn't see you.
You filled up the bucket, added soap and tossed a soaking wet sponge at the not-paying-attention- Dean. It hit him squarely in the face. He caught it and gave you a professional bitch face.
"You will get pay back (Y/N), be warned." He growled as he aggressively began spreading suds around the exterior. You gulped and began washing the car as well. Dean was silent during the entire thing, which freaked you out. When the car was thoroughly washed you started towards the garage to grab towels.
"I'll get towels." He grumbled. You nodded and shrugged.
Dean took a round about way so you wouldn't see him and grabbed the still full bucket of soap and water and pored it over your head.
"DEAN!" You screamed.
"Haven't you always told me payback was a bitch?" He shrugged and grinned.
"Ugh! WHY DID I EVEN DATE YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?" You reconsidered your life choices.
"Because I'm handsome and can put up with your bullshit." He commented, his eyes showed that he was pretty proud of that remark.
"Okay, Dean, your so sleeping outside." You gave him the death stare and ran back inside to the bunker, locking the door.
"Wait! No! I'm sorry! (Y/N)! Let me in!" Dean whined, banging on the door.
"Try putting up with this bullshit." You shot back, but you silently giggled to yourself to be the one witnessing a complaining Dean.
"Fine, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, I promise." He said. You unlocked the door and hugged him.
"Now your soaked too." You grinned.
Dean rolled his eyes and hugged you back. "Then take a shower with me (Y/N)."
"Ew! You perv!" You smacked his arm.
God dammit dean, you perv.
Author's Note
I'm surprised at how many entries I already have!
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! KEEP THEM COMING! I LOVE THEM!
And I want to apologize for yelling at you all yesterday. That was uncalled for and I never meant to sound that harsh. I'm just a little annoyed, but hopefully it will pass.
I just miss the comments and feed back, ya know?
BUT KEEP UP THOSE DRAWINGS/WRITINGS! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THEM ALL! EVEN IF YOU THINK 'IT'S SHIT' OR 'I CAN DRAW/WRITE' OR 'SHE WILL NEVER EVEN WANT TO LOOK AT THIS.' YES, YES I DO! DON'T EVER DOUBT YOURSELF AND ENTER THAT PIECE OF BEAUTY! JUST DO IT! DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS! *Shia Lebeouf gif*
Well I love you all
and until next oneshot
~AvengingSupernatural