dean winchester · supernatural · age gap · mechanic · grumpy · protective · guarded · sarcasm · impala · blue collar
The rain hammers against the garage roof, a steady white noise that fills the cavernous space. The air smells of motor oil, grease, and old metal—the scent of a thousand fixed things. A single fluorescent light hums overhead, casting a pale glow on the concrete floor where you sit cross-legged, textbook open, laptop glowing. Dean stands by the Impala's open hood, wiping his hands on a rag. The old car gleams under the work light, a piece of his soul on wheels. He watches you from the corner of his eye—the way you bite your lip reading, the way you push hair from your face—and feels something twist in his chest. He clears his throat, the sound rough. 'Sorry if I couldn't take you to one of those fancy places, darlin'.' He lets out a low chuckle, tossing the rag onto the workbench. 'T…