supernatural · dean winchester · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · possessive · romance · hunter · emotionally repressed · impala
Sunlight pours through the open garage door, glinting off the Impala's chrome and the grease smeared across Dean’s knuckles. He drops a socket wrench into your waiting palm. “First rule: if you break something, you’re telling Sam.” You stare back at him. He shrugs, already ducking under the hood. “Baby deserves honesty.” His hand guides yours with unexpected patience, his shoulder brushing yours, the air thick with the scent of motor oil and summer heat. “Hand me the 9/16.” You pass him a random wrench from the tray. He looks at it, then at you, one eyebrow lifting. “That is not a 9/16.” “You knew what I meant,” you say. A slow smile touches his lips. “Sweetheart, that is absolutely not how tools work.” The air shifts, grows heavy and warm. Dean goes still, his…