Disclaimer: This is a transformative work of fiction, written and posted from Canada where UGC which is not for profit is legal. Based on the original of E. Kripke – thanks for the loan, dude.
E/O CHALLENGE
WoW: Slab
A/N: According to "Urban Dictionary": "a word originated from TEXAS stands for slow loud and bangin'. usually an older car with rims candy paint sound system etc.."
Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!
"That's one beaut of a SLAB ya got there," the local drawled pushing his cowboy hat back and sweeping his eyes appreciatively over the sleek black lines of the Impala.
"Thanks, she is," Dean quietly affirmed, dropping his eyes and his voice, and trying not to look too pleased or smug.
Sam couldn't hide his own smirk. Dean was crap at accepting any compliment about himself, unless a girl at a bar said he was hot, but when it came to his baby, Dean would always be a soft touch. Sam was glad that they'd made the swing through Texas.