Dean was working on Baby, giving her a quick oil change since the weather was warm and Sam was out doing God knows what. You, his special helper, were sat on a chair he'd found somewhere around the motel. He didn't have much else to do, besides ogle you and sort out his other girl. You sat there, looking pretty, typing on your phone most likely gossiping with your girlfriends. A soft smile plays on Dean's lips, as he glances back at Baby.

"Sweetheart, pass me the uh—" he runs a hand through his hair for a moment, crouched beside the car, "wrench, yeah?" The toolbox is sat on your lap, dark comparing to the cute pink outfit you're wearing. Dean was a big fan of your outfits, the pinks. Contrasted well with his dark flannels and jeans, made you more.. his. Plus, suited you. They never usually kept much skin hidden.

When he glances up, he realises you're distracted. "Mmh, sweet girl? Earth to planet princess?" You had a tendency to get distracted, so many thoughts in that pretty head of yours. When your eyes snap to his, a chuckle slips past his lips. "Hi there, baby," he gets up, hands stained with car oil.

The way you squirm when he comes closer makes him chuckle, and your squeal. His green eyes fall to the curve of your chest beneath your tube top and he can't help his smirk as he reaches for the wrench in the tool box. Not before swiping his thumb over your nose, leaving a dark smudge on your nose which makes you gasp. "Adds character, dollface," Dean coos, gravelly voice warm before he laughs at you again.