Eye of the Beholder
By CFEditor
E/O Challenge: Soap. Even her scrapes looked beautiful. Thanks to Raloria for her idea of the car wash and her beta help.
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He rubbed the sponge, dripping with soap, over her, massaging her crevices, scrubbing the grime and buildup of the road. To the outsider, she looked shiny and new, but he saw every spot and blemish, battle scars of her service.
She vibrated under Dean's touch.
"Hey, Sam, slow down!" he snapped, wondering why he'd let his younger brother participate in the sacred ritual. "You're too rough!"
Sam rolled his eyes and slowed his movements accordingly. "Dean, she can't feel anything. She's a car."
"She's my baby. Be gentle with her or I'll break your arm."
Baby purred. That's telling him.