American Muscle
Dean Winchester walked out of the tiny Kentucky town bar and stopped short at the vision in front of him, which only got better as his eyes roamed down.
A waterfall of auburn hair, full red lips, rocking curves packed into a tank top and little denim skirt, and miles of tanned legs in a pair of worn boots was all sported by the total babe running a loving hand over his car as she walked around it.
He walked up and produced one of his trademark lazy grins as he said, "Don't I just love a girl who appreciates a good car."
Said total babe turned around to flash him a smile. "There's nothing quite like shiny American Muscle. She's beautiful."
"Thank you." Dean replied. "She's my Baby."
"What is she, a '67?" the girl asked.
Impressed, Dean nodded as she whistled, a long, low, appreciative sound that kicked up his grin even more. "You don't see many of the four-door hard tops anymore. Mostly just sedans."
Dean pondered a moment, and let a smirk slide across his features. "Wanna hear her purr?"
"Oh God yes!" she said with a throaty laugh, sliding into the passenger seat as Dean held open the door. He walked around to the driver's side, turned on the key, and faced Miss Red as Baby's big V-8 came to life with a roar.
"I'm Tammy, by the way." Red offered, closing her eyes and dropping her head back against the seat as she let the impala's deep bass rumble wash over her. "I'd like to hear you say it in that sexy voice of yours as we fuck each other stupid in this car."
Later, Dean wiped down Baby's foggy windows with a satisfied smile and made a mental note to wax her tomorrow.
After all, there's nothing quite like shiny American Muscle.
Hmm, my second Supernatural story in under a week...can y'all tell I'm on a bender? :P
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