they'll never stay home and they're always alone.

[possemagnet]

WHO: Dean Winchester, and OPEN!
WHAT: A southern guy with his curiosity piqued checking out the cars in the lot.
WHEN: Shortly after breakfast. Day 44.
WARNINGS: TBA.

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[couldbebatman]

Don was wandering. It wasn't a comforting feeling, walking through a too-familiar town with no one in it. It was like watching something die, even if you didn't value its life to begin with. And being unable to leave was too much like his childhood. Too literal a re-visitation of memories Don buried for months at a time.

Likewise the used car lot.

But something slowed his feet as he passed it, lighting a cigarette finally as he stopped, sighting the man under the hood. He waited for a few minutes, just watching.

"I don't know if even I could sell that truck to a blind man," Don said finally, inhaling on his cigarette. "And I could sell ice to the captain of the Titanic."

[ooc - Don can "read" emotions and also influence them--let me know if you want him to pick up on stuff with italics or something.]

[possemagnet]

"She's sturdy," Dean replied. His fingers swept over the truck's insides meticulously, he was checking for errors and fracture in the behemoth of a vehicle's design.

"Gas guzzler but she's built to run, and it's got a bed and some thick sheet metal panels. It's good protection and I don't fully trust this place yet."

After some time spent with her hood up Dean pulled back and cleaned the grease from his fingers with his t-shirt. "If rats haven't chewed through the interior I'm gonna fix'er up."

[ ooc - Will do!! ]

[couldbebatman]

"Gas guzzler" wasn't a familiar term to Don. Didn't all cars use gas? He cirled around the truck, looking not at all the used car salesman he used to be in his Fifth Avenue suit.

"You planning on living in her?" he asked, almost amused. "If she's not going to run anyway, I'd pick something with better leg room."

Still, cars were something Don knew, and he was lacking in things to spark his interest, here.

[possemagnet]

He could've sworn that his eyes rolled in his skull so hard that it was audible. Dean shook his head afterward and took a glance down at his knuckles. The last time he'd been in a fist fight it'd been with Lucifer wearing his baby brother. That anger flexed at his stomach again and he had to bury it down with more fervor to keep himself calm.

"No, I'm not gonna live in the damn truck. I'm just saying it's about bomb proof compared to the other shit in this town and it'd be cool to have an alternative should shit hit the fan."