The length of the summer day dragged on surprisingly slowly, fueled by the scorching sun, as if in an oven the trees were drooping and the clouds were treacherously moving away. It was one of those periods when you can take a break from hunting evil spirits and relax, if possible of course, thank God people invented air conditioning.

While you spent most of your time in the air conditioning, Dean was outside, wearing only shorts and sunglasses perched on top of his head. His car needed repairs, so he spent the entire day without moving one step away from his pride. Even though he looked like crap because of the hot weather.

You offered him something like a refreshing cocktail, tapping the bumper in front of his nose. He turned his head, looking at you with his green eyes, a small bead of sweat collecting on his forehead and his hair mussed. A relieved smile flashed across his face as he wiped the car oil off his hands and patted your shoulder reassuringly.

"Sweetheart, you are my angel." he grinned, soon drinking the contents of the glass, without even looking at the fact that more than half flowed down his chin, falling onto his torso... "Thank you." He looked away, smiling and handing you the glass. Immediately after that, he squatted down and continued to inspect the car.