HEAT OF THE MOMENT
WOW: wave. It's hot and oh so sticky, and Impala's being naughty ...
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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Summer was brutal, with a relentless, burning heatwave that had gone on for weeks, leaving the brothers sweaty and irritable. Even Castiel had loosened his tie.
The sun beat its molten fury down onto Baby's black paintwork as she sailed along roads coated with sticky, melting asphalt.
She had been toiling all day to keep the a/c running, but an hour ago she'd had to shut it down temporarily to preserve her dwindling fuel levels.
Now, as a result it seemed, her boys were peeling off their shirts.
Baby knew she'd never go to car heaven as she secretly disabled the a/c permanently.
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