“Son of a bitch” Dean muttered, slamming his hand against the Impala’s hood in frustration. He wiped his forehead with a rag and turned to see you standing nearby. “What?” He tried to shake off his irritation as he cleaned his hands. You leaned against the car, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Nothing. Just thought you could use a break from Baby.”Dean rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his grin. “Yeah, well, she’s not the only one with an attitude problem today.” You stepped closer, looking at him. “Maybe it’s not the car, it may be the operator.” He glanced at you, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Okay smartass. You going to help?” “Hmm I don’t know should I?” He shot you a look. ”Grab me the damn wrench.”