Wax on, Wax off
Who: Dean and Jareth
Where: hotel grounds
When: mid-afternoon
What: Dean works on his car outside in the sun, gets a visit from the Goblin King.
Along with shooting things and watching mind numbing TV, Dean's most popular form of relaxation was working on his car. Which, having discovered the snow freaking melted overnight, was suddenly at the top of his to do list for the whole damn day. He'd find out later why the snow just went poof. The woman, Kate, had mentioned the weather was more than just a little bipolar.
It was warm and sunny and dry outside.
The hunter dropped the sponge back into the bucket of soapy water and after sloshing around a bit, slathered more studs across the gleaming hood of the Impala. He parked her just off the driveway leading down into the garage, turned up water and a bucket and found a bottle of automotive cleaner in the trunk. Buried under the sack of rock salt and a few wool blankets. He peeled off his winter layers and stood in jeans and a light colored t-shirt, cleaning road salt off the running boards and fenders.
Dean dragged the sponge back over the hood, watching with fascination as water quickly started to evaporate off the hot metal. He looked up at the sky and found it completely cloudless, the sun shining brightly from high overhead. The earth around him had started off a little muddy and was quickly starting to bake.
He noted grimly that even if he got all the road salt off, he was going to start a whole new battle with desert sand.
It was best to work quickly and get a coat of wax down before the bipolar weather kicked up a little wind and pitted the paint.
Dean picked up a bucket of clean water and started slashing it around the car, rinsing away the suds and the last of the salt when he came around the passenger side and looked up...
"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded of the stranger, beginning to wonder how long he had been standing there.
Where: hotel grounds
When: mid-afternoon
What: Dean works on his car outside in the sun, gets a visit from the Goblin King.
Along with shooting things and watching mind numbing TV, Dean's most popular form of relaxation was working on his car. Which, having discovered the snow freaking melted overnight, was suddenly at the top of his to do list for the whole damn day. He'd find out later why the snow just went poof. The woman, Kate, had mentioned the weather was more than just a little bipolar.
It was warm and sunny and dry outside.
The hunter dropped the sponge back into the bucket of soapy water and after sloshing around a bit, slathered more studs across the gleaming hood of the Impala. He parked her just off the driveway leading down into the garage, turned up water and a bucket and found a bottle of automotive cleaner in the trunk. Buried under the sack of rock salt and a few wool blankets. He peeled off his winter layers and stood in jeans and a light colored t-shirt, cleaning road salt off the running boards and fenders.
Dean dragged the sponge back over the hood, watching with fascination as water quickly started to evaporate off the hot metal. He looked up at the sky and found it completely cloudless, the sun shining brightly from high overhead. The earth around him had started off a little muddy and was quickly starting to bake.
He noted grimly that even if he got all the road salt off, he was going to start a whole new battle with desert sand.
It was best to work quickly and get a coat of wax down before the bipolar weather kicked up a little wind and pitted the paint.
Dean picked up a bucket of clean water and started slashing it around the car, rinsing away the suds and the last of the salt when he came around the passenger side and looked up...
"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded of the stranger, beginning to wonder how long he had been standing there.