Work Text:
You know, Sam teases Dean all the time about me being the love of his life. Yes, I am aware I'm a car; Dean's car, but really I'm not so different from a human woman, you know.
I'm of an age where my bodywork needs a little extra maintenance to keep it in tip-top condition, my paintwork needs the occasional touch up, my moving parts need that much more tender loving care and as for my radiator, well - it doesn't take much to go full-on fumarole these days.
But hey, all that extra maintenance requires a lot of extra care and attention from Dean, so who's complaining? Well, not me, that's for sure.
In fact, strictly between us, I might be just a little bit guilty of helping things along, you know. (Yes, I know, I'm incorrigible). I might be guilty of letting out the occasional splutter or creak, losing a smidgen of power now and again … just enough to pique Dean's interest and get him all handsy again.
Well, a girl's gotta have a hobby right? Even ay my time of life.
And my hobby is growing old very, very disgracefully!
xxxxx
end