Dean Winchester leaned against the hood of the Impala, watching Y/N work on a car in Bobby’s salvage yard. He couldn’t help but admire her skill and determination “ Hey, Y/N,” he called out with a grin. “Need any help?”

Y/N glanced up, rolling her eyes playfully. “I think I got it, Dean. But thanks.”

Just then, Bobby emerged from the house, his eyes narrowing as he saw Dean’s flirtatious smile

Dean followed Bobby to the side of the house, where Bobby turned to face him, his expression stern