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Dean's hands are a little greasy when he comes in today. Most of the rest of him was probably pretty bad off, too, judging by the filthy rag tucked into his back pocket.
Working on the Impala does that to a Winchester.
He looks pretty damn pleased with himself, though, which means things are going well.
The good beer's coming out tonight, hell yeah.
Bar pops up one that's even better than what he asked for, and since he has the money, he grins, pops the top off, and slides into a nearby booth.
Oh yeah. This is the life, baby.
Well, at least until the next supernatural freakshow pops up.
What can you do?
Working on the Impala does that to a Winchester.
He looks pretty damn pleased with himself, though, which means things are going well.
The good beer's coming out tonight, hell yeah.
Bar pops up one that's even better than what he asked for, and since he has the money, he grins, pops the top off, and slides into a nearby booth.
Oh yeah. This is the life, baby.
Well, at least until the next supernatural freakshow pops up.
What can you do?