Fic: They Never Mentioned This on Car Talk (1/1)
You can blame this on
clarksmuse, who sicced this little fluffy Chlean Drabble plot bunny on me.
They Never Mentioned This on Car Talk (1/1)
By: Pen37
Words:371
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural (Xover)
Summary: Dean wants to teach Chloe how to change his oil. No, it's not a euphamism. he really wants to teach her to change his oil.
Chloe stared into the open maw of the car with a frightened feeling. She had jokingly referred to the Impala as the other woman on more than one occasion. But she had no illusions about how Dean felt about it. The car was his most prized possession. He called it baby.
So why did he want her to learn how to change the oil?
She glanced over at Dean, and then looked back at the raised hood, and the monster engine inside. It was all gleaming and chrome and clean the way most car engines weren't. She looked back up at Dean, and gave him a tight-lipped smile.
“So why do I have to do this again?”
“Come on, everyone should know how to change their own oil.”
“No seriously,” Chloe shook her head. “Why do I have to do this again?”
“It's an important skill,” Dean said.
“That's what you said about bow hunting,” Chloe said.
“You were good at bow hunting.”
“I work with The Green Arrow,” she shook her head. “of course I'm good at bow hunting. Getting back on the subject: I can take my Mini Cooper to Quick Lube and get the oil changed in fifteen minutes.”
“But then you don't get the satisfaction of a job well done.”
“I'll remember that the next time you call me up in a blind panic because you've locked up Sam's computer again, and I have to come fix it.”
“I didn't panic.”
“Me and the hot busty Asian chicks beg to differ.”
“They were hot,” he looked down and grinned while rubbing the back of his neck with a free hand.
“Okay, the fact that I get your sense of humor doesn't give you license to abuse it.”
Dean looked heavenward, as if making an appeal to a higher power to give him the patience to deal with Chloe. When he looked back down, he had that look in his eye that always made her knees weak. “I just thought you might like to give me a hand with this,” he said. “You know: You help me get dirty, and then I help you get clean.”
She grinned at him. “Well, when you put it that way . . .