Imagine washing Baby with Dean.

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After a long drive on a dusty road, you've noticed that the Impala is looking pretty dirty. Normally it's shiny and unblemished, but now it's lost all of its shine and is looking a bit worse for wear. 

Dean parks Baby in front of your house, and you hop out. Grabbing the bags from the trunk, you and Dean walk into the house. You toss your bag onto the floor and go into your room to change.

You decide to change into a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top, then proceed to look for buckets, soap, sponges, and rags. 

"What're you doing?" 

Glancing at Dean, you toss him a bucket and a sponge, "I thought I'd wash Baby. Wanna help?" 

He looks you up and down, "You gonna wear that?" 

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, don't you think a bikini would be more appropriate?" He teases.

You guffaw in response, "You mean more inappropriate?" 

He shrugs, with a wide grin on his face. His apple-green eyes sparkling with amusement. You roll your own e/c eyes and walk outside into the sunlight. 

Turning the water to the hose on, you spray the Impala down, trying to get most of the dirt off. Dean follows a few minutes later, his bucket full of warm soapy water. 

He wears a tight t-shirt that showcases his muscles, and jeans. Plastered on his face is his signature smirk. 

"Thought I'd help you out, Princess."

"Don't call me that." You complain, before you spray him a bit with the cold water from the hose.

He yells, jumping back, "Hey!"

"It's just a bit of water, Dean-o," you chuckle, before picking up the soapy sponge from the bucket. 

You focus on washing the car, hardly noticing Dean picking up the hose. 

The cold water hits you full force. You scream in shock, before glaring at Dean. 

"Seriously Dean?! I hardly even hit you!" 

He just laughs, "Revenge is sweet." 

"You turkey! Here I am, cleaning your car, and this is how you repay me?" 

He shrugs, "You started it."

Letting out a humph, you pick up the water bucket, making it look like you're gonna pour it on the car. At the last second, you throw the water onto Dean. After successfully soaking him, you laugh in victory. 

He glares at you. 

"Ah, revenge is sweet, isn't it?" You taunt, flinging your wet hair over your shoulder. 

Shaking his head, he picks up a sponge and starts actually cleaning the car. You assist, and before you know it, the car is clean. 

Dean went in to get some stuff to clean the window, and you stretch underneath the warm sun. You're still wet from the little water fight, but the bright sun has helped dry you off a bit. 

Dean comes out of the front door, carrying refreshments and some window cleaner and clean cloths. 

He tosses you a drink, which you happily consume. 

"Thanks." 

"No problem."

You set the drink on the ground and proceed to wipe the windows, inside and out. Dean watches you with a smile on his face. 

After that, you put away the supplies and step back outside to find Dean leaning against the Impala. You lean against the car beside him. The sun is starting to move closer to the horizon, creating a vision of splendour. 

Without speaking, Dean clasps your hand and you both stand there, drinks in hand as the sun sets.