Could you write an imagine where the reader secretly washes the Impala after a messy hunt for Dean when she thinks he's asleep but gets caught? I love your writing and can't wait to see more!
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Hey. Thank you so much for saying that! I’m sorry this took so long but I hope it’s what you were after.
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You snuck out of the bunker, staying as quiet as possible so that you wouldn’t wake Sam and Dean. When you got to the garage, you grabbed a bucket and filled it with water and soap, before grabbing a sponge as well.
“Dean really messed you up, didn’t he?” you murmured to Baby. “I’ve never seen you this dirty before!”
You reached up to the roof of the car, scrubbing at the caked on mud. After a while, you got into a rhythm and soon you were busting out the lyrics to your favourite songs, figuring the Winchesters wouldn’t be able to hear you through the thick walls.
You had just moved to wipe at Baby’s headlights when someone cleared their throat behind you. You whipped around to find Dean standing there with a smirk on his face.
“Really, Y/N? Cleaning my car at one o'clock in the morning?”
“It was really dirty!” you protested.
“And cleaning her couldn’t wait until morning?” he asked dubiously.
“It was really bugging me!” you exclaimed. “Why are you here, anyway?”
“Because I’m radioactive, radioactive!” Dean sang.
“You heard that?” you moaned, covering your face in embarrassment.
“I did. And I must say, you’re not a bad singer.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m good.”
“True, true,” Dean agreed. “But I like it regardless.” He went and picked up another sponge.
“What are you doing?” you asked as Dean came over to the Impala and started scrubbing the hubcaps.
“If you’re gonna be weird in the middle of the night, I figure I might as well join you,” he stated.
You grinned. “The mud was pissing you off too, wasn’t it?”
“Little bit, yeah.” You laughed and the two of you went back to cleaning.
When Dean wasn’t looking, you reached across and squeezed out your sponge on top of him.
He shot up, water dripping down his face. “Is that how it’s gonna be, huh? Because two can play that game,” he said, lunging towards you with his own sponge. You shrieked, darting out of the way.
By the time the two of you went back to bed, you were both soaked, half the suds having gone on you rather than the Impala.
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