For the past few times since the wreck, Dean hadn’t been able to fix Baby. His precious. His beloved girl. He’d tried and failed. Many times. He didn’t really want to take her to a shop to get fixed and manhandled by strangers but he didn’t honestly have a choice. The only other person who could fix her was his dad and…well, not to state the obvious but he wasn’t going to be able to fix Baby any time soon…or at all for that matter.

After scouring every city and town across the map, he found a mechanic shop that specialized in classic cars. Nothing but five star reviews across the board. And when he got his car back the next day, he was completely convinced. She was still perfect and even had a brand new shine and even the wheels looked brand new.

That’s where he kept taking his car. He didn’t mind spending the money on a place that could take care of her just as good as he did alone. That is until the day they didn’t. She squeaked when he braked, the windows had fingerprint smudges, the engine had a strange sound and the car smelled of oil and cigarettes.

“Where the hell is he?”

“‘He’ who, sir?”

“The guy that usually works on my car. Is he not here today or somethin’? ‘Cause I can’t take this shit job home. It’s terrible.”

“If you leave your car here tonight sir, it’ll be done right in the morning. I promise.”

He was skeptical but he left Baby there and when he came back early the next morning, he found the shop garage open and his girl parked inside, hood up and no one around. He tried calling out but no one answered. After looking around from the door, he finally walked inside. Baby had a perfect shine he could see his reflection in, she smelled brand new, the glass was almost invisible with how clean it was, and the wheels shined like the Fourth of July.

The person working under the car saw his feet and crawled out, getting to their feet and when they did, Dean looked dumbfounded. It was…a woman??