Chapter 12: Dean

After school I head over to Mick's shop, tell him about the guy coming over and then start to work on whatever came in during the day. Creeper dude comes over around 4:30with some old, beat up ford truck that looks like it'll die at a moment's notice. "My car is not function right" my ass, this piece of shit was barely running, hell it looked like he picked it up from some shitty junk shop for two hundred bucks and a "good luck".

My unnamed amigo steps out of his rolling piece of junk, and just says "I hope repairs will be possible." With the state the car was in now, I could fix it, yeah. With five fucking miracles and a serious amount of cash, which I doubt this guy has seeing as he doesn't just buy a new fucking car.

"To fix this, you'll need a lot of cash and a lot of luck."

"Money is no issue, I assure you all services will be paid in full." So apparently he's got the money. That's great. Still no guarantee I can fix it.

"I might not be able to fix it, but I'll sure as hell try. You good with that?"

"Yes. It is important that it is repaired, it holds a great meaning to me."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." Shit I did not think this guy would remind me how much I miss the Impala. Sammy and I had some good times in there along with Dad. I get why he doesn't trash the thing, regardless of the hassle.

"So does this mean we have a deal?"

"I guess it does. I'm Jake, by the way."

"And I am Cas."