In which there is a broken down car and a very pretty lady to go with it.
Dean just considered himself a nice person.
Really. Him pulling over off the interstate to help someone with their car had nothing to do with the fact that that someone was hot as hell. Which she was, don't get him wrong, but he was just that nice an individual. He was a mechanic, after all -- the least he could do was help some poor soul who happened to find herself stranded on the side of the road due to some kind of mechanical misfire.
He was still relatively new in town. Four months or so wasn't exactly the greatest length of time for getting your name spread around town, but he was getting there. Cicero wasn't all that big a place, and slowly but surely he was making friends, making connections, and getting a decent amount of work. It was starting to seem more like a life and less like a job, which was what he had been hoping for, personally speaking.
And his mother had still raised him with enough sense to pull over to the side of the road and help someone in need when he saw it. Which was why Dean was pulling the Impala to a stop just ahead of where the girl had limped off the road, and made his way out slowly, hoping that he didn't spook her too much.
"Everything okay?"
Really. Him pulling over off the interstate to help someone with their car had nothing to do with the fact that that someone was hot as hell. Which she was, don't get him wrong, but he was just that nice an individual. He was a mechanic, after all -- the least he could do was help some poor soul who happened to find herself stranded on the side of the road due to some kind of mechanical misfire.
He was still relatively new in town. Four months or so wasn't exactly the greatest length of time for getting your name spread around town, but he was getting there. Cicero wasn't all that big a place, and slowly but surely he was making friends, making connections, and getting a decent amount of work. It was starting to seem more like a life and less like a job, which was what he had been hoping for, personally speaking.
And his mother had still raised him with enough sense to pull over to the side of the road and help someone in need when he saw it. Which was why Dean was pulling the Impala to a stop just ahead of where the girl had limped off the road, and made his way out slowly, hoping that he didn't spook her too much.
"Everything okay?"