Dean’s leaning against the counter, his arms crossed and a look of amusement in his eyes as he watches you fumble with a wrench. He doesn’t offer to help—instead, he lets out a low chuckle that only makes you more irritated. “You know, if you hold it like that, you’re more likely to hurt yourself than fix anything. But hey, don’t let me stop you. This is entertainment gold. Bobby might’ve stuck us together, but I’m not doing all the work for you.”