I was too scared to touch my computer during the insane thunderstorms that I think would even scare a Winchester. There is good news! I actually love this drabble, even if I wish I had about 1,400 more words. And I'm only 1 word over! Hee!
Please let me know what you think!
Pick Me Up
The Impala refused to start three weeks after Dean died. Sam tinkered under the hood with more desperation than knowledge until he burned himself on it smoldering engine.
The blistering pain wasn't what drove him to tears or to slide down the front fender of the car, flattened by grief.
Sam didn't notice the man woodenly observing the classic car until he spoke.
"Are you in need of assistance?" He didn't seem like a tow-truck driver, all pristine jumpsuit, and perfect hair.
He nodded, bereft. "He never taught me how to fix it."
"My name is Cas. I will help you, Sam."
