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After some looking he found out which part he needed replaced. The problem was that it wasn't likely to be cheap; since the Impala was a classic car any time it needed a new part it was always difficult and expensive to buy it. This was the third salvage yard that Dean had been to looking for the part and a quote. Singer Salvage yard. Sam wasn't there, since he decided he rather spend the time looking for information rather than trying to find a car part.
He got his first sight of the owner of the salvage yard just then. He was an older guy with a trucker hat and he was wearing flannel. Dean put the car part from his car on the counter letting the man see it for himself. The man took the car part in his hand and turned it over a bit before putting it down.
"You got a replacement part for this?" he wasn't really expecting the answer to be yes since not only it was old, but it was also rare so when the man nodded Dean's eyes widened.
"Really?" he said excited, because this meant that he wouldn't have to wait and pay for it to be shipped in which meant that they could leave much sooner. Not that they were in any hurry to leave and wouldn't be until Sam finally found another case for them, but Dean wanted to fix his baby as soon as possible. Every day his baby stayed broken was a day that he felt guilty for allowing her to get to this point and the more he felt like his Dad would be disappointed in him if he were still alive. His Dad had always loved their car and had always taken care of it with the utmost care.
"Yeah." he said.
"Good." Dean said relieved that he wouldn't have to go chasing down the car part like he had to do the last time that something had broken; that had been a real pain. "How much?" he said knowing that it probably wasn't going to be terribly cheap, but at the same time not caring so much since one of his credit cards with a false name would be footing the bill.
"1,000." Dean gritted his teeth. With a charge like that he was probably going to have burn the ID and get another one but that was okay as long as he and his baby were reunited. However he said.
"Is that for the part itself or is it for the part and the work to put it in? Because I can put it in myself." Dean said. He had always been very good with his hands. Machines had always come very easy to him and he had enjoyed in his life before he had become a hunter. Still, he liked the hunting life a lot more.
"For both, for the just the part it's 600." The man said and Dean nodded that was slightly better but still was probably going to cost him one of his credit cards. "You want it?" the man asked.
"Yeah I want it." confirmed Dean and the man nodded.
"What kind of car do you have?" the man asked with a nod toward him.
"A 1967 Chevy Impala" Dean said beaming. It was his pride and joy and once he got it fixed than it would never to broken like this again. At least unless it was due to an animal or accident. Dean looked at the dent on the side of it and it occurred to him that it might have already been from one of the two, which made him feel slightly better about the whole thing.
"That's a nice car." the salvage yard owner said with an appreciative nod and Dean grinned.
"It's going to take me a little bit to take it off the car it's on so if you want to wait." he said and pointed to the chairs off the side. Waiting had never really been his strong suit.
"I can take it off myself if it will be cheaper." Dean offered. Not really because of the money it would save, but more it would give him something to do. He noticed that the man was staring at him ,though more particularly as his arm. On his right arm there was a scar from a Chupacabra. Most people assumed it was from a dog, even though the bit marks were still there enough to see that the shape of it wasn't exactly consistent with a dog bite, but he usually used that as an excuse.
"Dog bite." he said holding up the arm the man nodded but his eyes didn't leave the bite.
"How about it?" Dean asked when the man seemed to be more interested in his bite than in answering the question. The man blinked and then nodded after a long moment in which he seemed to be thinking.
"Yeah okay." Dean smiled since not all salvage yard owners allowed that. It would definitely give him something to do. He was glad that he had worn clothes that he didn't mind it they got filthy since they were likely to get dirty working under that car, especially ones in salvage yards.
The man nodded in a way that said follow me. Dean nodded and followed the man out to the salvage yard past the carcass of many felled cars. He wasn't fond of salvage yard since he had been a mechanic. Dean much preferred fixing cars rather than seeing their bodies being ripped apart for parts.
He followed the salvage yard owner to a particular stack of cars and watched as the owner used a machine to put a particular car on the ground next to some tools. The salvage yard owner left then and Dean figured that meant that was his cue. It took Dean a little while but he managed to take the part from the older model car. Although, it was a little hard to tell exactly what the model used to be since it was extremely old, beat up and not well taken care of.
He took his brand new, well at least new to him, car part into the shop of the salvage yard owner and put in on the desk. The owner looked up and then to the part, the owner nodded his head at the part than his eyes settled on the scar on his arm again. It was starting to make him feel a little uneasy the guys fascination with his scar. The guy however stopped looking and rung up the part for him.
Deam was pretty sure he could reattach the part with the tools that he had, or else he wold have to pay the man probably to tow his car and then to fix it. Dean took out one of his credit cards and passed it to the man who glanced down at the name and then at the scar again, he seemed undecided about something and kept looking between the two. He finally sighed his shoulder slumped slightly as he seemed to come to some sort of decision. He swiped the card and as he gave the card back he said.
"Chupacabra right?" Dean froze and looked at the salvage yard owner in shock. How in world did he know?
"I have a friend who got bit by one and his bite looked exactly like yours."
"You're a hunter?" Dean asked, since they had never really come across other hunters before. They sort of knew they existed, sometimes when they would get there too late the people would tell them that someone else had come and stopped the monster. But they had never really been there at the same time.
"Used to be I'm retired now...mostly. I haven't seen you around." The man said. Dean grinned as he looked at the man. He had so many questions. Before now it had just been him and Sam figuring things out to the best of their ability using books and the internet. They had done pretty good by themselves, but that didn't mean that they couldn't use more information.
"Well we're fairly new." Dean said.
"We?"Dean barely managed to not wince. The we part was the reason even though they could use more information they hadn't unnecessary sought any hunters out. Sam wasn't as strange now and he could most definitely pass for normal most of the time. However, Sam still had telekinesis and they were both aware that most hunters would probably have a problem with that. Still, he didn't have to tell every single detail of his life and it was nice to talk to someone who wasn't his brother who knew all about the things that went bump in the night.
"Yeah, me and my brother, we've only been hunting for two years. We just finished a black dog case a couple of hundred miles from here." Dean said. "He's not really into cars so he's still at the hotel." Dean explained.
"You're awfully young." the man said. Dean considered for a moment being offended but decided to just smile.
"Thanks, it's all about the moisturizer." he said with a cocky grin and saw the man smile a slightly amused smile. Dean smile dimmed as he remembered what he had wanted to ask if he ever managed to meet a hunter.
"Have you heard of Azazel?" the man frowned again but shook his head.
"No what is it?"
"A demon with yellow eyes." Dean said hoping that might ring some bells. The man stared at him for a moment before shaking his head.
"No, sorry but I have some books if you want to check them out." he offered.
"Really?" Dean asked. He normally wasn't the researcher, but even he jumped at the chance to read a new book when Sam bought it hoping for any information on getting Azazel out of their lives.
"Yeah, I got a lot of books."
"Can Sam- I mean you don't mind if my brother came along right?" Dean asked, because if he didn't tell Sam and didn't ask than he knew that his brother would never let him forget it. Ever.
"Sure, knock yourself out." The man said with a shrug, Dean grinned. Dean grabbed his cell phone intent on calling Sam and telling him to shag ass to get there when he looked at the man.
"What's your name?" Dean asked.
"Bobby." the man said gruffly. "And who might you be?"
"Dean Winchester." Dean said with a smile.
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