Dean had an early shift at the auto shop today, he hoped he could get his work load finished so he could put in some time to work on baby, he really missed the purr of her engine under his fingers as he drove down the highway.
Dean was working on the Pontiac GTO, blasting some led zeppelin from the little radio Bobby kept in the garage just for him. Dean had his hands deep within the engine restoring her to her former glory he was nearly done working the kinks out of her engine, then he could start restoring her body; smoothing out the dents and giving her a new paint job that would make her stunning.
The owner wanted the paintjob to be ocean blue, Dean sighed at the thought that the colour would never be just as blue as Castiel's eyes had been.
Woah! chick flick moment where did that come from.
Sighing, dean scrubbed his oil covered hand down his face, staining his skin as he went.
He had to get rid of his obsession with this Castiel guy... Dean straightened up from under the hood of the vehicle shaking his head and letting out a low groan as he did so, aging's great ain't it?
"What got your panties in a twist?" Bobby called as he exited his office at the back of the shop.
"Nothing bobby" Dean sighed, stretching his back.
"Well good, don't Wanna have to watch your sorry ass, already had delays with the accountant I had coming to balance the books." Bobby grumbled grabbing an ice cold beer from the cooler.
"You need an accountant compadre?" Ash called out from the truck he was working under, "I could do all that for ya boss, free of charge"
"Im sure you could ya idjit, but I would rather hire a professional to do the job properly" Bobby laughed resting against the Gto Dean was working on "just a matter of waiting for this replacement accountant fellow."
Meanwhile…
After asking around Castiel finally found out the address to the auto shop, that Zachariah had failed to tell him of in his haste to leave Castiel's office.
Leaving the office in the middle of the day felt foreign to Castiel, as he climbed into a cab and made his way to the auto shop on the other side of town. He silently hoped that there would at least be a system to the accounts he was to look at so he wouldn't have to spend his whole day there. He really didn't want to have to catch up on work, especially, when he was trying to get away from it to adventure to the Roadhouse in the hopes of seeing Dean again.
After a short while the cab pulled up outside of a dingy lot full of junked cars, a garage could be seen in the distance attached to a house that had defiantly seen better days.
Reluctantly Castiel picked up his briefcase and stepped out into the blistering summer heat, paying off the cab he made his way through the maze of scrap car parts and broken glass to the front door of the home. Ringing the bell attached to the wall Castiel waited to be greeted by Zacharias client, Mr Robert Singer. Muffled talking could be heard from inside of the house and not before long the sound of footsteps on squeaky floorboards sounded from inside heading towards the door which was then opened widely.
Somehow Castiel had pictured Mr Singer looking a whole lot different, as a lean man in his early thirties stood before him, sporting a mullet and vest top.
"Hello Mr Singer I'm, Mr Novak the accountant that will replacing Mr Adler for today" Castiel greeted holding out his hand for the man to shake.
Mr singer stared at him for a good moment before shaking his hand "the names Ash by the way, Mr Singers inside the shop, come on through mis amigo" this so called Ash said motioning Castiel to follow him inside of the house.
From the inside, the house seemed to be stuck in the seventies, yet it still had a homely feel to it even with the piles of books the swamped the place. Ash led him through to the kitchen where an adjoining door separated the auto shop from the house.
"Boss, your button pushers here!" Ash called as he strolled back into the shop grabbing a wrench. Castiel timidly followed him through into the garage to seek out the real Mr Singer. "Uh, im here to see Mr Singer about his taxes?" Castiel gravel toned voice rung out into the shop causing the other mechanics to pause in their work and avert their gaze to the trench coated accountant in the door way.