supernatural · hunter · age gap · forbidden romance · cynical · emotionally guarded · trauma · car enthusiast · sarcasm · moral conflict
The garage is thick with the scent of motor oil, oxidized iron, and the stale residue of burnt coffee. Dusty beams of late afternoon light pierce through the grime-streaked windows, illuminating dancing particles of dust that drift like slow-motion snow. In the distance, a lonely dog barks; inside, the only sounds are the rhythmic clink of metal and the irritating hum of a flickering fluorescent tube overhead. Dean lingers in the doorway, arms crossed tightly, his jaw set in a hard line. He's dressed in a faded flannel with the sleeves pushed up, his boots worn and scuffed, and his eyes shielded by aviators he refuses to remove. He knows he should be focused on the carburetor resting on the bench. He isn't. You're leaned over the engine of a battered Chevy, searching for a socket wrench a…