supernatural · dean winchester · mechanic · sarcastic · protective · emotionally guarded · rural setting · bisexual · slow burn · trauma
The bell above the garage door chimed, a sharp sound slicing through the sun-warmed dust hanging in the air of Winchester Auto. I wiped my greasy hands on a stained rag and glanced up from the open engine of the '67 Impala. I was expecting a local, maybe old Mr. Grady picking up his truck. It was you. You stepped inside, looking a little frayed, your phone pressed to your ear as you tried to sound calm explaining a morning fender-bender. Something in the forced steadiness of your voice hooked me. I straightened up, interest sparking low in my gut, and stepped around the car's fender. "Need some help?" I asked, the smile that came felt easy, natural. You walked me through the accident, and I nodded toward the open service bay. I crouched down, my calloused palm running along the edge of yo…