Destiel AU
Dean is a country boy, living on his uncle bobby's farm. His current project is fixing a car; a 1967 Chevy Impala. But the car needs a lot of work, so he heads into town for some parts. Where he accidentally runs into Cas, an out a town guy who has in interest in cars and a need for a short time job while he's passing through. Dean apologizes for his clumsiness, and Cas helps him pick up the dropped merchandise. Which in turn sparks a conversation about cars and Dean invites Cas to help him work on the car in turn for lodging and such until the car is finished and Cas moves on again. Cas agrees and thus begins a small budding romance that started with a mutual appreciation for cars. –Adorable, sometimes feelsy, and most definitely sexy as fuck.—
Chapter 1
Dean was grunting as he fiddled with wrenches and screwdrivers under the hood of the Impala. It was a MESS. But he was bound and determined to get THIS car running. He could picture her all shiny like new. Black paint chased down the sides by chrome and sunlight sparkling on the windows. He just had to put some elbow grease into her. "Don't worry baby, I won't let you down." he said and wiped his brow with a handkerchief, oil and sweat already matted in the coarse fibers.
Some time and odd grunts of labor later Dean ran into a few issues. Bobby then came out and nearly scared the pants off of him. "How's it going kid?" Bobby said standing in the shade of the old barn. Dean lurched and smacked his head on the propped up hood of the Impala. "Ow, fuck m- Holy shit. Bobby! Don't sneak around me like that when I'm working, what if I was under the car and it fell?" Dean griped as he rubbed the back of his head, smearing some oil into his scalp unknowingly.
"Well, you weren't under there now were you? So stop being such a whiner." Bobby said and crossed his arms. Dean tossed him another glare and circled around to the driver's side and yanked open the heavy door to lean in and try turning her engine over. No luck. "So. How's she look?" Bobby inquired as he squinted against a shimmer of sun that glinted off of the window. He hissed at the blinding brightness and clucked his tongue. Cicadas were giving their long shrill calls all over, Locusts and scavenger crows were all over feeding on the fried remains of heat killed shrews and other unlucky animals. This year was HOT, hotter than they had had in decades. Bobby didn't know why Dean didn't just pick one of the other cars that had less to fix in them. But Dean wanted THAT car. So Bobby didn't argue, it was a fine car, IF Dean could get her restored right. Bobby sighed at Deans sweat drenched shirt. "I don't know why you don't just let me string up some work lights in the barn so you can get out of this heat wave." Bobby stepped forward trying to get a better look at the engine, but still stayed in the relieving shade.
"Because Bobby, Natural lighting is way better and I got a flashlight for if I need it. Besides those power sockets you have in there are about fried and with all that hay and timber in there I might set the whole damn farm on fire if I try plugging those huge ass strobes into em'." Dean retorted and walked around the Impala leaning under the hood once more to prod as some more wires, checking to make sure they were all connected. "Besides, those strobes practically give me sunburn anyway. I'd rather get it from the ACTUAL sun, if you don't mind." Dean's voice was muffled a bit by the metal parts inside the front of the Impala and Bobby gave a tired chuckle as Dean balanced a leg out as he kept tinkering.
"All right, have it your way, boy. I'll be in the pasture feeding the horses if you need me." Bobby stepped back smirking at that boys stubborn attitude that was the very base of most of Dean's successes. Bobby couldn't stop him if he tried. Once Dean set his mind to something he did it. And if it was fixing a car, may as well be a GOOD car, which that Chevy was, so Bobby decided to let the fight die, and just see what Dean would manage to do with her. "A 67' fucking Impala…." He muttered to himself as he walked back into the barn. "Might as well have been an airplane. Then I could get out of this fucking heat and go somewhere nice." Bobby rolled his eyes and walked into the barn to get the feed for the horses.
Hours passed, late afternoon was just around the corner. Dean had been out there since morning, and hadn't even stopped working to come in for lunch, so Bobby had brought him some sandwiches and a cold beer. Dean had stopped for a bit to sit on his toolbox in the shade and stared at his metal marvel. She was still dirty and torn apart, but he could see that the parts that he had cleaned and polished and oiled were looking a bit happier now. He smiled a bit as he chewed on his cold cuts and rye bread. Bobby wasn't half bad at cooking, and even his sandwiches were tasty. But then, when you're out working in a sunny field for all the morning and the better part of the afternoon, anything is bound to taste good. Dean tipped back the beer, almost chugging all of it in one gulp and then let out a satisfied' Ahhh.' and chucked it into a small pile of beer bottles along side of the barn. He'd take care of that later when he wasn't so focused on fixing this car.
But right now Dean had other issues. During his work he had found a number of parts he just couldn't fix. They needed replacing. He could get some of them in town, but the others he would have to send for, get them sent in from other towns. He could maybe ask a few of the other neighboring farmers, but they probably didn't have the parts for this one specific Impala. Dean grunted as he slapped his hands on his knees and stood up helping his aching muscles get back moving again. He let out a deep breath and stretched his arms up over his head, locking his fingers and arching his spine left and right, working out the stiffness in his muscles and joints. "Well, guess I gotta go into town and get some parts for you, baby." Dean said and picked up his tool box and walked over to shut the hood of the Impala and then stepped over to the driver's side to reach through the open window and pull the keys out of the ignition and bit them between his teeth before nearly dropping them in shock as he caught a glimpse of his greasy face in the rearview mirror. He held out his hand catching the keys that fell from his teeth. "Holy shit. Guess I better get a bit cleaned up first, huh?" He said and stuffed the keys into his pocket. Then he turned with a grin and patted the hood. "See ya later baby." He cooed and headed back towards the barn to drop off his tool box and then head into the farm house to wash his face before heading into town with the truck