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"goddamn it!" cas yelled, kicking the broken down car. "need a hand?" he turned around, and saw dean, wide grin on his totally not gorgeous face.

"oh, you're following me now?" cas joked. "yep. why don't i call a tow truck, and take you to my shop?"

"your shop?"

"i'm a mechanic. i can fix you up, maybe."

cas rolled his eyes. "yeah, whatever."

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