Dean had been working at the auto shop for years, fixing up cars and trucks with ease. He was known for his skills as a mechanic, but also for his charming smile and flirtatious nature.

One day, a new customer walked into the shop. She was y/n, and Dean couldn't take his eyes off her. She had a certain spark, a confidence that drew Dean in, and he knew he had to get her attention.

As y/n spoke with the receptionist about her car troubles, Dean made his move. He strutted over to her, a twinkle in his eye and a smirk on his lips.

"Hey there, little lady," Dean purred, leaning against the counter. "I couldn't help but notice your car could use a little TLC. Lucky for you, I happen to be the best mechanic in town."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by Dean's smooth talk. "Oh, really? And what makes you so special?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dean chuckled, undeterred by her skepticism. "Well, for one, I've got the magic touch when it comes to fixing up cars. And two, I think we could really hit it off. How about I take a look under the hood and show you what I'm made of?"

Y/n couldn't help but smile at Dean's persistence. Despite his cocky attitude, she could tell he was genuine in his desire to help. "Alright, Dean. Show me what you've got," she said, handing over her keys.

And so, Dean got to work, flashing his winning smile and cracking jokes to make y/n laugh. By the time he finished fixing her car, y/n was impressed by his skills and charmed by his personality.

As she drove off in her newly repaired car, y/n couldn't shake the feeling that Dean had caught her eye as well. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to this mechanic than met the eye. And maybe, just maybe, their paths would cross again in the future.