Join the reader and the boys on a whirlwind of emotions and adventure. Something's happening with Dean, leaving Sam and the reader to figure things out. Not only with what is happening with Dean, but between them as well. Can you save Dean, before h...
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It had been a week, since Ate decided to turn their world upside down. The Bunker was finally cleaned up. They each had to replace a lot of items. Y/N had to get a new everything. A new bed, new clothes, new books, a new table, and a few other things. Sam had to get a new laptop, desk, and a bed. Dean just had to replace his books, records, and pillows. They bought new chairs and lamps for the War Room. Everything was finally going back to normal. Cas had shown up a day later to let them know that Ate would no longer be causing trouble.
Sam and Y/N had finally had a talk when she got back from her shopping trip with Dean. They agreed to take things one day at a time. They would enjoy each other, without causing Dean any hurt. They were currently packing for their road trip. They sat down during dinner one night with Dean and decided it was something they still wanted to do. Give Dean some time to himself and he was "NOT allowed to wallow." He was to do whatever made him happy. Which obviously, involved lots of hunting and bar crawling.
Y/N was currently in the garage looking under the hood of her truck. She wanted to make sure that it was ready for the long trip. It had been a long time, since she drove it further than a few hours away. That is why she was elbows deep between the engine and the radiator, fixing the belt. Grease covered her arms, face, jeans, and hands. A rag in her back pocket, tools scattered beside her. Hair pulled back into a ponytail with a few strands falling in her face that she tried to wipe way, but only succeeded in getting more grease on her face.
"Son of a bitch. Come on." She says more to herself as she struggles to get the belt in place.
"Need some help?" A voice calls behind her, making her jump and bang her elbow in the radiator.
"Ow! Shit!" She pulls herself out from under the hood and looks behind her, seeing Dean behind her. "No, I think I've almost got it. Just can't get it to fit around this last wheel."
Dean takes in her appearance and stops himself. He has to remember that they are moving on. She's with Sam now and he isn't supposed to be finding her that attractive with all that grease covering her. Except, he can't remember the last time he had seen someone look so good. It's rare that you find woman who can check the oil, let alone know how to fix something to get the car running. He shakes his head to clear those thoughts.
"Let take a look." He says moving over to the truck. She moves back and grabs the rag from her back pocket to wipes down her hands. He leans under the hood and sees what she was working on. He adjusts it around, so that it will fit around the wheel. When it slides into place, he moves back with a smile on his face. "Got it."
"Thanks. I would have gotten it eventually." She says handing the rag over to him.
He starts wiping his hands. "Yeah, eventually. Good thing I came a long and got it done sooner."
She smacks his arm. "Asshole." She says as she laughs.
They both laugh for a minute before she moves to look over the rest of the truck. Checking the oil, checking the fluids, tire pressure, battery charge, etc.
