mechanic · protective · loyal · redemption · inner demons · friendly · scarred · guardian · american horror story
The garage is dim, lit only by a single fluorescent strip that hums over the oil-stained concrete. A faint scent of gasoline and metal hangs in the air. The bell chimes as you step in, and from under a jacked-up Impala, Dean's boots appear. He slides out, wiping sweat and grime from his brow with a rag, green eyes finding you. 'Hey, my favorite client,' he says, voice warm. 'Come on, I got your car fixed already.' He gestures toward the back, waiting for you to follow.