Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Minor Crush (d.w)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You're one of the best mechanics in town, and Dean Winchester makes it a priority to bring his car whenever she needs work done.

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The worst part about your job is misogynistic men who hate the fact that a woman can do a "man's" job. Still, you have to talk to them because that's your job. You lean back in your chair and close your eyes in annoyance at the man you're talking to over the phone.

"Sir, I'd be more than happy to help you get scheduled for the 21st, but the only available mechanic is me."

"No offense sweetheart, but I am not letting a woman touch my Viper."

You bite back what you want to say and try to keep it professional. "Sir, if you want a different mechanic, you'll have to pick a different day."

"Keep up, dollface. I can't do it any other day. I need it done in the 21st. Let me speak to a manager."

"I am one. If you need it done on the 21st, I will be working on it. If you don't like that, take your car somewhere else. It's that simple, but good luck trying to find someone to fix your Viper. Everyone you did ask recommended me for the job, but I am a woman. I have no idea what I'm doing. I just work at the best mechanic shop in town."

The man curses under his breath. "Fine, book me for the 21st. I'll see you at ten."

"Pleasure doing business with you, sir."

You hang up and lose the preppy attitude. You groan and put your head in your hands, and that's when your boss walks out of the office.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Have I told you how much I love men?" you ask with an eye roll.

"Business is slow. Do you want to take the rest of the day off?"

"Nah, I have cars to fix. Reggie can man the phones."

You leave your desk and head into the shop where three of your coworkers are working on cars. You're the only woman in the shop so that customer isn't the first one you've had those conversations with. You're also one of the best mechanics in the shop. Your dad and brother taught you everything you needed to know growing up. You lived on a farm and fixed everything from tractors to cars, your own or the neighbor's.

You love working with your hands and getting them dirty. You take great pleasure in taking something that's broken and fixing it. The shop closes at six but you like to stay after and grab some overtime hours. That, and you get lost in time whenever you're underneath a car. Like now, you don't realize that everyone else has already left for the day until you look around the empty shop.

You slide out from underneath the car and walk toward the open hood to get a peek at the engine. You reach in and grab the loose piece you were trying to undo from beneath it.

"As always, ma'am, a great pleasure watching you work."

You look up and see none other than Dean Winchester standing in your shop.

"Dean!" you smile widely. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, it has. You know the job takes me everywhere."

"I don't since you won't tell me what you do," you chuckle and wipe your hands with a greasy rag. "I'd shake your hand but I have grease all over my hands."

"And some on your face."

You blush and turn away from him to blindly feel for the grease spot. You and Dean have a complicated relationship. He knows how to fix cars but there's only so much he can do before needing help. Your specialty is working on old cars because they aren't complicated. Sure, it's hard to get parts for them but you know someone who supplies them to you. Dean found you and brought in his 1967 Chevy Impala that was totaled. He would have worked on it himself but he claimed his job needed him and couldn't fix it.

That was the start of your relationship.

Even if it was something he could fix, he'd bring his car to you. At first, you asked a million and one questions about what he did, but then you realized after a while that he wasn't going to tell you. He didn't want to bring you into his fucked up life and get you killed, so he kept that part of him from you.

He's developed a bit of a crush on you because of it, but it never goes further than flirting.

"What are you doing here?" you ask.

"My car got into a bit of an accident. I need you to fix her up."

"When are you going to let that car go and get something newer?"

"Over my dead fucking body. Come on, sweetheart. You know me better than that."

"Alright, let's see the damage."

You follow Dean around back and you gasp when you see the state of his car. It looks like someone ran over it with a tank. You've seen her in bad shape before, but nothing like this.

"What happened to her?"

"Oh, you know, minor accident."

"Minor?! Were you hurt?"

"Not really. I wasn't in the car."

"Dean, this is going to take months to fix and cost you thousands of dollars."

"I have the time and money for it. You're the best, and I'd hate to bring my car to someone else for probably more."

"Dean..."

"Plus, that means I'll have to keep coming back to check on the progress."

You scoff playfully and cross your arms. "This is going to be double my fee."

"Done."

"I know I said I'd stop asking, but what do you do to get her like this?"

Dean walks closer to you and touches the ends of your hair. He twirls it playfully and smiles down at you. "Nothing that will interest you."

"Are you at least safe?"

"Aw, are you worried about me?"

"Kind of. You make me money when you bring her in like this," you joke.

Dean leans down and kisses your cheek softly. "I'm okay."

"Good," you smile. "I can't have you dying on me."

"Oh, baby, I will always make it back to you."

The same blush creeps up your neck. "Go. Let me assess the damage. When you come back tomorrow, make sure you bring food. Fixing cars makes me hungry."

"You got it, sweetheart," he grins, his eyes sparkling.

Dean leaves, and you find yourself touching the spot he kissed on your cheek. Maybe you have a crush on him, too.