Characters: Impala, Dean
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
It’s been two days, and Dean hasn’t figured out what’s wrong with me yet.
He’s been rummaging under my hood – not that I’m complaining mind – tightening whatever he can tighten, replacing and oiling things, and he still can’t understand why I’m not starting.
Dean honey, you’re not that dense. Just think about it; you obviously haven’t grasped the gravity of the situation.
You can tinker and fiddle as much as you like, don’t let me stop you. But it’s my birthday soon, and until I see you booking my platinum grade valet, complete with tyre polish and leather treatment, I’m not budging!!
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