Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

It All Starts Here

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: implied smut, mechanic!dean (needs to be its own warning)

Summary: After your car breaks down, you call your best friend who happens to be a mechanic to come help... and you have a thing for mechanics.

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Come on. Come on. Just make it home. Please make it home.

Your car is a piece of shit, but you have no money to get a new one right now. You've had your beloved for fifteen years, and she might be at her end. If only you can get her back home, and then you'd be able to come up with a better plan.

Though, she doesn't listen, and she stalls in the middle of nowhere.

"Shit," you sigh and slam your head on the headrest.

You get out and pop the hood to see what could be the problem, but as soon as you do, smoke starts pouring out. You curse out loud before taking out your phone and dialing up your best friend.

"Yeah?"

Based on his voice, you can tell he's drinking beer, stuffing his face, or doing both.

"I need you to come get me. My car stalled again, and there is smoke coming out of the engine," you sigh.

"Send me your location."

He doesn't ask why, he doesn't make you feel bad about it, and he doesn't say anything else. He's told you plenty of times that you either need a brand new engine or to get a new car. You've always postponed it because you can't afford it, and now look at what happened.

It takes Dean twenty minutes to get to you, and you're grateful he is acting like a supportive friend rather than an asshole.

"I know, I know," you sigh once you get into his fully air-conditioned car. "I need a new car."

"I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, but you were thinking it."

"Sweetheart, I have half a brain. I wasn't thinking anything," Dean laughs.

You're so lucky to have a best friend who is a mechanic because he'll look at it for free like all the other times he's done in the past. He owns his own business that's rather successful, so taking the time to look at yours isn't going to put a dent into his income.

His shop is on the other side of town from where he lives, which adds an extra twenty minutes on top of having to go back. Still, you make it there without any more issues.

"If you don't mind. I am going to take a shower. It's hot and I stink."

"You know where the showers are," he chuckles and unhooks your car from his.

You bite your lower lip and watch him for a few seconds before leaving the room. He keeps showers at his job because this business can get very messy. He wants to come home with a clean body, and doesn't want to get his truck dirty with grease.

He's very meticulous that way.

You quickly shower with whatever is there before getting out. You change into the extra pair of clothes you have in your bag. After changing, you head over to Dean to see what his diagnosis is.

You open the door to the garage and stop short at what you see. The hood of your car is up, and Dean is leaning over it with his ass being the only thing you can see. His ass has always been a very delicious part of him. There have been many drunk nights with you talking about how you'd love to tap that ass.

Dean never did anything with that information, but he's glad to know where your head is at. His jeans hug his ass so good that it's hard not to go over there and squeeze it. His bow legs don't make this any easier. He's insecure about it, but you think it's sexy.

He pulls away from the hood with sweat dripping down his face. He grabs the bottom of his shirt and uses it to wipe his face, and that's when your knees go weak. He doesn't have defined abs like his brother, but that doesn't mean his stomach is any less sexy. His muscles flex, but before you can do anything about it, he lets go of his shirt which blocks your view.

It's no secret that you have a slight crush on him, and you two have come close to having sex plenty of times. You never did anything about it since you were either drunk, hurt by another guy, or bored.

He looks at you to see you staring, and it gives him a confidence boost. He grabs some of the wrenches he was using, facing away from you.

"Hey, do you still have a thing for mechanics?"

He gathers all of his tools and walks over to you since you're right in front of his work bench.

"What?"

"You heard me," he whispers.

You look between his eyes and his lips, unable to contain yourself anymore. You lean in and kiss him feverishly. He slams the tools onto his work bench, and that snaps you back into reality.

"I'm so sorry," you groan and pull away from him. "I didn't mean–"

"Don't apologize for it."

He grabs your face and pulls you back into him. You don't even care he's getting grease all over your face and clothes. His lips are so full and soft, it makes your head spin. Without breaking the kiss, he leans down and slides his hands under your thighs. You jump into his arms, but he sets you on top of his work bench.

You've had sex in a lot of places, but a work bench has never been one... certainly not with Dean.

You can't wait to see how many places you two can have sex, starting with this one.