Sorry, guys, but don't even try to read it with American accent.

Hell yeah, the Impala!

a short guide titled 'How to repair your car' with Castiel's recommendation

That time Dean was repairing the Impala.

'Dean', said Castiel calmly, appearing next to him. The smallest surprise ever, thought Dean, getting out of a car's mask, as if Castiel could appear in a different way than suddenly.

Then Dean repaired the Impala a bit earlier but always at evenings.

'Dean', said Sam amused. 'It's rather late.'

'Yeah, and?'

'And dark. You know. So dark you can hardly see anything.'

'You just don't have know-how', put off Dean, ostentatiously slamming door.

Then Dean started repairing the Impala every day and apparently did it very carefully.

'Dean, I didn't notice anything wrong about the car', said Bobby, when they happened to work together.

'Of course not', Dean shrugged. 'I repair it.'

Then Dean had to check if upholstery was okay.

'Fuck, Cas, more', hissed Dean, digging nails in it. Perfect upholstery. Really great, especially if you lean over it and look at it from very close distance.

Then Dean repaired a boot.

'Dean', groaned Castiel, being pushed on the Impala. The Impala didn't react but Dean did, pushing angel harder, pressing his back in opened boot lid.

Then Dean didn't repair anything for a while.

'Did she scratch you?', asked Sam with sassy amusement, looking at his brother's back.

'Who?'

'Impala.'

'You've never repaired any car, Sam. There's always some scrape.'

Then Dean was driving, wondering when the hell memories connected with the Impala become so bloody distracting.

'Dean', said Sam. 'You were right.'

'Yeah?'

'Sure', Sam nodded with appreciation. 'I know nothing about repairing cars.'

'Of co…', cut off Dean, looking at his brother.

Sam waved a feather. Dean ostentatiously bored his eyes at the road, trying not to look at steering wheel which caused him a bruise. A bruise which was a total coincidence. Of course.

'Bitch.'

'Jerk.'