Dean was in his mechanic shop like every other day. He was working on a car.

"They do not appreciate you, darlin'..." He said to the car, shaking his head as his head was under the hood.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and picked up the half empty bottle of beer he'd put on a small table beside him to take a swig from it.

It had to head back home soon for a quick snack since he forgot to bring his lunch this morning. 'Living on beer is not healthy' as Mary always said.