Cas is human, but he still wants to watch over Dean while the hunter sleeps. Unfortunately, Cas needs to sleep now, too – and he accidentally falls asleep in Dean’s bed.
One-shot, 2164 words, G-rated, Destiel, Fluff. Read on Ao3
Summary: Cas loves working on the Impala whenever she comes to his shop, no matter the questions he has about the owner.
warnings: Mechanic!Cas, implied as normal verse besides the fact that Cas is a mechanic, flirting, Destiel
word count: ~1425
Cas hears her before he sees her, the rumbling of the engine distinct and beautiful. He loves when she comes to visit, always making sure that it’s him on her case and not one of his employees. He wipes his hands on a spare towel, one that’s already covered in grease and probably doesn’t do much to help his hands get clean, but whatever. He pulls himself away from the (comparatively very boring) 2009 Jetta and walks toward the open garage door.
There she comes, turning carefully into the drive. Her grill is dirty, the wheel wells caked with mud. She’s not a car that should go off-roading, but it seems that’s what’s happened lately.
Cas figures something happened to the undercarriage, starts thinking back through everything he knows about the beauty.
The 1967 Chevrolet Impala comes to a stop just a few feet in front of him, the equally handsome driver giving a half smile through the window. He cuts the engine, the air around them becoming much quieter without the roar of the engine sounding.
The door squeaks as the driver gets out, but Cas knows better than to oil it. Gives her character, the driver has said. Character is something this car could never be rid of, but Cas has left the squeaky door alone.
“Heya, Cas,” he says, shutting the door. “Been a while.”
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 