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twdsunshine · 3 years ago

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Broken: Pt. 1

Summary: Mechanic!Daryl AU. Tabitha Dean has returned to her hometown for the first time in years, fleeing a life that isn’t quite what she thought it would be. When her car breaks down, the mechanic who comes to her rescue is none other than Daryl Dixon, the shy, strange boy that she remembers from her school days. But a lot has changed since then, and, when Tabby’s life catches up with her, she finds herself in need of someone to fix her broken parts. Is Daryl up to the job?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,405

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Author’s Note: Hello! Welcome to my new Mechanic!Daryl AU with my new OFC, Tabby. This was only gonna be a mini-series to start with, but I got a little carried away, so it’s now looking like it’ll run to about 10 chapters. I’m having a lot of fun writing this one, so I really hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for taking the time to check it out! (PS. I know absolutely nothing about cars, so no judgement, please. I’ve kept it vague for a reason!)

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The car’s engine coughed and sputtered as Tabitha steered it carefully off to the side of the road, straddling the sidewalk to make space for passing traffic should any come along. It creaked as she applied the brake, then gave one last shuddering wheeze and cut out completely. It had been on its last legs for a while now, and she’d put off the repairs, unwilling to dip into her savings when she was so close to having the safety net that she needed. It seemed now that that decision had come back to bite her. Frustration punched a deep groan from her lungs as she pounded her hands against the wheel, letting her head fall forward onto her forearms for a moment. This was the last thing that she needed, but, of course, that only meant that she really should have expected it. She’d learnt long ago that life didn’t have a habit of going her way, and she really should be used to that by now. Especially now.

With a sigh, she reached for her phone, where it sat on the passenger seat, pulling up the web browser and searching for the nearest auto shop that might be able to come out and give her a tow. It had been a long time since she’d last so much as passed through town, and she’d already figured out that there weren’t many places that she still remembered from when she’d called it her home. Thumbing down the screen, she finally settled on one a couple of miles away that seemed to get decent reviews, hovering over the phone number for a moment before finally finding the confidence to dial. She hated doing things like this - booking appointments, reaching out, asking for help - but there was nobody else to do it for her, not anymore. That had been a small price to pay, but it felt far larger in that moment as the line rang, and she waited anxiously for it to connect.

“Grimes Auto,” came the Southern drawl that answered the call. “How can I help you?”

“Oh, er, hi.” Good start, she thought, swallowing hard and forcing herself to press on. “Hi, sorry, I, er… I’ve broken down, just out past the old lumberyard outside of town. My car, I mean. It broke down and, er, I was hoping- I mean, I thought you might be able to-”

“You need a tow?” Obviously tired of her stammering, the voice on the end of the phone cut her off, and she nodded eagerly before remembering that he couldn’t see her.

“Yeah. Yes, please, that would be great. Thank you.”

The man at the shop took a few more details from her before hanging up with the promise that someone would be with her within the next half hour. “If he can, he’ll get you on your way. If not, he’ll tow you back here and we’ll see what needs doin’.”

With that done, Tabby tossed the phone back onto the seat beside her and pushed open her door, figuring she might as well wait outside and make it more obvious that she was stranded for when the truck came along. It was a warm day, and her dark hair clung to her neck as she leaned back against the side of the hood, crossing her denim-clad legs at the ankles and wishing that she hadn’t only thought to bring her boots along when she’d packed in a hurry. Digging into the back pocket of her jeans, she found an old hair tie and bundled her waves onto the top of her head, securing them up and out of the way, swiping the beads of sweat from her forehead. Her shades protected her eyes from the glare of the sun against the asphalt, and she stared off into the distance, drumming her fingers against the metal behind her as she waited.

She was still standing there ten minutes later, watching the spot on the horizon where the road from town snaked into view, when the rumble of an approaching vehicle reached her ears, and, sure enough, if she squinted, she could just make out the mass of a large tow truck rounding the far corner. It trundled along unhurriedly, the rays that bounced off the windshield making it impossible to pick out the driver, but Tabby raised her hand in greeting regardless, relieved that help had arrived and more quickly than she’d expected. At this point, she was holding out for the small wins to get her through the day. Her keys were in her ignition, where she’d left them, and she moved to retrieve them now, swinging them around her finger as she waited for the mechanic to jump down from his cab and come to her aid.

“Yer Tabitha?” The man, when he appeared, didn’t glance up from the clipboard in his hand as he strode over to her, a broad figure clad in light blue overalls. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he leafed through the paperwork before setting it down on the roof of her rundown ride.

“That’s right.”

“Let’s see what we got then.” He popped the hood with no trouble, already leaning over to inspect the engine when he cast over his shoulder, “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“She was making some weird noises,” Tabby explained, sliding her shades up onto the top of her head and shifting awkwardly from foot to foot as she watched him fiddling about with thick, grease-stained fingers. It probably didn’t seem like it, given the car’s current state, but she really did love it and hated to see it poked and prodded at. “Seemed to be struggling, so I pulled her over, and she gave up as soon as I hit the brake.”

“Looks like she’s seen better days.”

“Yeah, well… Haven’t we all?”

At that, he finally turned towards her, straightening up so that she could take in the height of him, towering over her small stature, and the dark hair that flopped across his eyes until he brushed it aside with the back of his hand, leaving a faint smear of oil behind. Recognition sparked in her chest, and she frowned for a moment as she tried to place him, her mind working to erase the lines that creased his skin, but it wasn’t until she noticed the name tag stitched across his chest that she was finally able to figure it out. Daryl.

“It- It’s Dixon, right?” she asked cautiously. “Daryl Dixon?”

At first she thought she might have it wrong as he continued just to look at her, but a few seconds later he nodded, catching his chapped bottom lip between his teeth. “Mmhmm.”

“It’s Tabitha. Tabitha Dean,” she reminded him, though she was sure it was written on the paperwork he’d brought with him from his truck. “Tabby. From high school.”

“I remember.” He ducked his head, pulling a rag from his back pocket to wipe off his fingers before reaching behind him to let the hood fall closed. “Ya’ve had this car since ya was old enough to drive.”

“She was my dad’s.”

“I know.” He trailed his fingertips over the dusty red metal, his gaze travelling along its length as if picturing it before Tabby had let it get into such a sorry state. “1970 Mercury Cougar. Always was a sweet ride.” He cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly, and Tabby felt immediately guilty at her lack of care for the car. It was just one of many things in her life that seemed to have gone so very wrong, just of late. “Trouble is, s’not gonna be easy to get the parts for it. We won’t have nothin’ in stock, that’s for sure. Ya stickin’ round town for a while?”

“I, er… Yeah.” She hadn’t really known, not until that moment, but it seemed that the situation had made her decision for her. “Yeah, for a little while, I think.”

“S’good.” Tucking the rag away, he retrieved his clipboard, taking a note of the vehicle’s licence plate and scribbling down a few notes. “I’ll have to take it in. Ya need a ride?”

“Oh, I…” She tailed off. The truth was, she had several bags of supplies in her back seat and no idea how she was going to get them to the hunting cabin where she was staying, but she was also painfully aware that it was in the opposite direction to town and the auto shop. She supposed, if she hitched a ride back with Daryl, she could then try and find a cab to take her out into the depths of the forest. “Yeah, that would be good, thanks.”

“Ya stayin’ at yer folks’ place? I can drop ya off.”

“Oh, no, I-”

“The cabin then?” Tabby was surprised that he even remembered her dad’s old cabin, buried deep in the woods that bordered the small town, but then he seemed to remember a lot from the way the conversation had gone so far. It struck her as strange, somehow. They’d often ended up seated together in class, just because their surnames were listed together on the register, but they'd never really been friends. He'd been quiet and shy, but he’d obviously been paying attention. “Come with me while I drop yer car off, then I’ll take ya out there.”

“No, Daryl, you don’t have to-”

“S’fine.” He shut down her protests with a small smirk twisting his lips, and she could only nod. She didn’t have the fight left in her to argue, and she didn’t really have any other option.

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Tabby waited in the truck while Daryl hitched her car up to be towed back to the auto shop. The radio was tuned to an old country station, though the signal was bad, and it crackled over the songs that played. The air in the cab was tinged with the smell of cigarettes, and she remembered seeing a younger version of the mechanic loitering at one corner of the school parking lot, smoking on his own during the lunch hour. Obviously, it was a habit that had stuck. Not that she minded it. The scent, combined with the lingering traces of engine oil and diesel, was pleasant enough; unfamiliar, which was, in itself, a comfort to her these days. Still, she wound down the window a little, letting fresh air drift in, leaving it open even when he’d climbed back behind the wheel and started the engine, ready to head back to the shop.

It wasn’t far, she knew, and she took the opportunity, whilst Daryl focused on the road, to study him, taking in the things that had changed about him since they’d both been kids and what had remained the same. His eyes, she noticed, were still the same piercing blue that had glared icily at the bullies that would taunt him and call him names. His mouth, when relaxed, still fell into the same tight-lipped scowl that she was sure he’d used as armour against the cruel taunts of the other kids. His hair was a little longer than it used to be, a little darker too, but it suited him, she thought; rounded off his harsh edges and made him look a little softer. Where he’d used to be clean-shaven, or perhaps just too young to grow a beard before, he now had a coarse covering of scruff over his chin, tickling over his top lip, and, if she wasn’t mistaken, it carried just a tiny hint of silver in it, a sure sign that they were both getting older now.

Noticing him shifting uncomfortably under the weight of her attention, Tabby felt her cheeks flush with heat, casting around for something to say to break the silence. “So, a mechanic, huh?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You been doing it long?”

“Since school, pretty much.” He snuck a sideways glance at her, taking in the genuine interest on her face before continuing. “Merle taught me a little. Started pickin’ up some part-time work at a shop on the other side’a town. Then, when Rick opened up, it just made sense, y’know?”

“And you enjoy it?”

“S’alright.”

It seemed that that was as much as she was going to get out of him, and it didn’t matter much as, a few moments later, he swung the truck into a large open yard with a sign standing beside the entrance: Grimes Auto. There were a few parking spots marked out down one side of the lot, but Daryl passed them, pulling up directly in front of the enclosed workshops at the rear. She could see two bays inside, where cars were being worked on, though it was quiet, with no other employees in sight, and Tabby guessed that they must be getting ready to close up for the day.

“I’mma go get your car booked in with Rick,” he told her as he cut the engine, swinging himself out of the cab, boots hitting the concrete with a dull thud. “Should be able to take off then.”

“Great.” She took her time slipping out of her seat, rounding the truck to the ramp at the back, where her car sat, looking even more sorry for itself as it waited to be attended to. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, trailing a hand lovingly down its side. “Should’ve been taking better care of you. They’ll get you fixed up in no time.”

Trying the door and finding it unlocked, she pulled it open, pushing herself up on her tiptoes so that she could grab her cell from the passenger seat and then reach behind to tug out the bags of supplies that she’d stowed there. She piled them at her feet, wondering how on earth she was going to get the final carrier that sat on the rear bench seat, only to find herself nudged aside.

“Ya tryn'a hurt yerself?” Daryl sniped, stretching up and snagging the handles of the bag, dragging it across the seat towards him before lifting it down. “Could’a just waited.”

“Wasn’t sure how long you were gonna be,” she admitted. “I just wanted to be ready to go when you were.”

“M’ready.” He stooped to grab the other bags that she’d managed to retrieve herself, loading himself up with her supplies and leaving her standing uselessly as she watched him take off across the yard. “Ya comin’?”

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riteworn · 4 years ago

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basics about ya boy lars bc i need to be writing my essay on dracula instead of setting his full blog up:

born may 13 ( taurus baby xoxo ) as laramy hux, but he generally goes by lars. he has an older sister, rachel, who is his senior by 6 years

his parents were never married but lived together until lars was 12

lars’ dad is a compulsive hoarder and his childhood home was almost impossible to navigate or live in. when the hoarding got to be too much for her to bear, lars and rachel’s mom left the family when lars was 12

despite being 18, rachel stuck around and basically raised lars on her own as their dad’s hoarding got even worse. she worked multiple jobs at diners and businesses around their small town, saving up money for community college

lars worked odd jobs around the neighborhood ( mowing, shoveling snow, etc ) to help save money and when he was 15 he lied to say he was 16 and got a job at a summer snack bar in town. from then on he’s never been unemployed, always finding little jobs or doing freelance work to support himself

lars has always been an avid reader and started writing stuff on his own when he was around 8, though he never really showed them to anyone but rachel. it wasn’t until he was a sophomore in high school that one of his teachers encouraged him to look into writing as a career and lars took that advice to heart

when lars turned 18 rachel moved out of town to try and get her AA. lars stayed in his dad’s house for a few months afterwards, to try and make the transition of him leaving, too, easier, but also asked some of the neighbors to keep an eye on his dad

lars didn’t go to community college or undergrad but he did have some money saved up to take classes at a career center a few towns over from his hometown. he did classes on journalism, writing workshops, and basic auto repair and servicing

for the next few years he mostly gets jobs at local garages doing oil changes and tire rotations, learning more skills there, while also writing in his spare time and at night, sending out short stories to journals and magazines almost every week and trying to break into the freelance reporting scene

at 21 lars goes back to visit his dad and buys his 1979 brown GMC sierra grande pickup truck off of him, hoping the money will help his dad a bit

by the time he’s 24, four of his short stories have been published, though he doesn’t have much if any notoriety. lars starts drafting out a novel and gets seriously into freelance reporting, mostly doing personal interest stories and features on people and businesses in small and medium sized towns. this requires lars to do lots of driving and interviewing people, but he quickly finds out he’s got quite the knack for it and falls in love with hearing people’s stories and getting them out into the world

at 27 he’s able to support himself almost entirely with freelance reporting, though his income is nothing spectacular and he usually rents cheap apartments or sometimes trailers in trailer parks for 3 or 6 months at a time, moving around frequently to follow the stories

#ooc #anyway he's just got great vibes #he's the guy you meet at a diner at 1 am and accidentally spill your entire life story to bc he's just so easy to talk to #love that for him #would love to smooch him right on the lips #WRITING UNTIL THE PAGES ARE AS WORN AS HE IS ( HEADCANON. )

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unified-mtl · 4 years ago

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Name: Jacob Tutak

Car(s): BMW (E36) 318is 1995

Hometown: Montreal, Canada

Car Club (optional): Euro Classic (Founder of)

1. Let’s start off with how you got into the car scene:

My passion for cars happened somewhat unexpectedly. Originally, I was looking for my first job to work as a mechanic and realized that I needed to learn how to drive a manual transmission car. Any car would have sufficed, but I was determined to find a rear-wheel drive car; I didn’t know what I was looking for, but after a few weeks of searching I found my car. After I learned to drive stick, given that I was a mechanic and the age of the car, it needed repairs here and I was eager to work on it and it quickly transformed from “maintenance” to “modifications.” At this point I started to attend car meetups and met friends that shared my passion. Ever since then, I invested just as much time into the cars as the people which has kept me in the car scene.

2. Tell us about the current modifications on your car and where do you find your inspiration:

The list of modifications is pretty extensive and always growing:

Wheels, tires, suspension:

HSD Dualtech coilovers

Euro Classic polyurethane offset front control arm bushings

RevShift polyurethane rear trailing arm bushings

KSP Performance rear camber arms

BBS RC090 17X8 w/ 205/40R17 (Nagaro Silver 243 w/ chrome hardware)

Exterior:

Musk Customs V2 front lip

M-tech front bumper

M-tech rear bumper

M-tech side-skirts

M-tech side-moldings

M-tech side mirrors

DEPO European headlights (w/ Frenched DRLs)

Engine, drivetrain, exhaust:

Samco silicone intake boot

K&N high flow air filter

GPI Racing silicone upper radiator hoses

M52 Coil-Over-Plug conversion

RevShift polyurethane engine mounts

RevShift polyurethane transmission mounts

Single-mass flywheel conversion

Garagistic polyurethane carrier shifter bushing

Garagistic stainless steel braided clutch line

UUC short shifter w/ UUC DSSR

DIY Clutch stop (extended)

Hawk Performance HP Plus brake pads

Remus cat-back exhaust

Small case 3.45 LSD

Interior:

NRG short-hub and Gen2.0 quick-release

Road Defined 350mm steering wheel

Bavarian Auto weighted shift knob

Piolk design lance e-brake button

BMW E46 Sports seats conversion

Suede headliner, pillars, and rear deck lid

Alpine sound system

A lot of my inspiration has come from a Lithuanian drifter and filmmaker: Norbe (from Norbefilms https://www.norbefilms.com/ and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrKbM0dElfE).

3. Any future plans for your car:

As far as aesthetics go, I wouldn’t change much. Most likely carbon panels and a add rear diffuser. In respect to performance, I am undecided between turbocharging my M42 4-cylinder engine or swapping to a M52 6-cylinder engine and leaving it naturally aspirated. It all depends on which opportunity presents itself first and the purpose of its application, however I’m more tempted by the latter option.

4. What is your current dream car and/or build:

This may sound cliché but it’s the truth: my dream car is my car but better. I enjoy driving my car so much, I hardly have time to dream about other cars.

5. Finally, where can we find you? (Social media)

You can find me or my club on most social media: Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter under @jcbzr or @euroclassic.club.

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eorzean-capitalist · 5 years ago

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Adventures in ‘Hey she’s female, let’s try to wring her for every penny we can!’ at the auto shop at Wal-Mart in my hometown.

I had a slow leak in my tire, and I had previously bought my tires at Wal-Mart, so I had also purchased the insurance on said tires for free repairs for the life of the tire. My oil needed changing at the same time, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone.

I got to the shop early in the morning and there was already a bunch of cars there. Oh well, I’d just wander around Walmart and resist buying stuff I don’t need for an hour or two.

At the counter, the guy asked me the usual questions about what kind of oil I wanted and if I needed the air filter changed, etc. Then he gave me my ticket and off I went to wander the store.

Over the intercom, I was called back to the auto area. It’d only been around twenty minutes, wow that was fast service! So I meandered back over and went up to the counter. The service person told me there was a lock on my oil filter and I needed to sign a waiver for them to break it if I wanted my oil changed.

Queue record scratch.

Fucking what? Lock on my oil filter? What are they talking about?

Oh it gets better though. I’ll have to pay them an additional $40 for the work (mind you this price is not listed on their wall with other services). Plus my front tires had dangerously low tread and would need replacing plus they recommended I get my air filter changed and they recommended I also get my wipers changed.

I changed my wipers literally last week. Myself. It’s not hard.

The tread on my front tires was fine for at least another six to nine months, as I had checked it when filling the slow leak tire with enough air to allow me to get to the service station.

There is no such fucking thing as a lock for the oil filter on the kind of car I have.

I am not about to sign a fucking waiver and pay an extra fee for a service they can’t explain to me.

So I told them to cancel the oil change, fix the tire, and nothing else. The service person balked and tried to impress on me how important it was that I get these things done ASAP. He finally relented and put me down for a tire repair. And nothing else.

It took them four hours to get around to doing this tire repair. Always saying they were super busy and had a lot of cars before me. I saw cars in the bay who had definitely come in after me. People who had been at the counter an hour or two after I had brought my car in where being called up to pay.

This morning, I took the car into Firestone. I explained what I had been told, and the guy looked rather puzzled by it. He came in ten minutes later and told me there was no lock, my wipers were fine, and the tread was fine for another six months at least. The only accurate thing Walmart Auto told me was I needed the air filter changed. Also there was no urgency on getting any of it done. I could have waited till Saturday and avoided missing work.

He also honored a $25 coupon that had expired yesterday, despite not needing or required to do so, and gave me an estimate on how much the tires would cost if I got them done there. (On two different kinds of tires, to boot.)

I know where I’m going from now on.

#adventures in women are not stupid #I'm actually genderfluid #and use they them their pronouns #but to the layperson who doesn't know me #I present as female #and therefore stupid about cars #I guess

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mattzerella-sticks · 5 years ago

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Park Your Car in My Gay-rage

Castiel moved out West so he could live freely and with pride. However an anonymous act of bigotry chips away at his faith that he can live life without facing prejudice. And with each repair shop that turns him down the cracks keep growing. Why would Singer's Auto be any different?

Will his car ever be fixed? And could a certain mechanic restore more than just his car?

(Link to ao3)

Castiel slumps against his car, snapping his cell phone shut in frustration. Banging his hand against the hood he grumbles out a string of expletives as he gives up hope. Meg, leaning against the hood, drums her fingers on the closed Yellow Pages while watching him.

“So,” Meg says, “it a bust, too?”

He sighs, tapping his phone on his forehead. “More than that. The mechanic laughed me off after I told him what I needed and had a few choice opinions to tell me.”

Meg’s lips purse, and she steps back onto the sidewalk to stare at the rough scratches across her friend’s beige paint. The word was interrupted by the open driver seat’s door, but when closed all together the crude artist spelled out ‘FAGGOT’. “Maybe he knew the jackass who did this…”

Castiel ignores her, chewing on his lip. “How am I going to get this fixed…? I can’t drive around town like this.”

“And I’m sick and tired of looking through that thing,” she jerks her thumb at the offensive phone book, “Do you ever think searching for stuff will be easier? Like, I don’t know… all these names and numbers stored somewhere and it’d only take a few seconds to find exactly what you’re looking for?”

Frown slashed heavily across his face, Castiel turns to glare at her. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know… digging through that reminded me of this girl I went out with a couple’a times. Total geek, spent at least two dates going on and on about those huge, clunky computer things. Think she lived in an Internet Café… wait a minute!” She digs into her leather jacket pocket and pulls out her phone, flicking it open and clicking away.

He hops off his car, stepping closer out of curiosity. “What are you doing?”

��I just remembered,” she starts, not even looking at him, “she mentioned how she works at this garage –“

“Meg, we’ve tried all the garages in the area –“

“C’mon, trust me,” Meg continues, “place has to be good if they hired a lesbian.”

Castiel rolls his eyes. “Forgive me if I don’t trust straight men’s views on lesbianism.” At that Meg stops staring at her phone to shoot Castiel a flat look. He hisses out a breath and runs tired fingers through his hair. “Sorry, I’m just tired and frustrated about all this… why is it so hard to find somebody for a body job?”

“Because unfortunately most people today are ignorant, Clarence,” Meg tells him, holding her phone against her ear, “And we’re not going to see any real change for years… maybe not until we’re all old and shriveled and grey.”

Huffing, Castiel crosses his arms against his chest and spins on his heel. He lets Meg talk to his back, done with their bleak conversation. Still, a part of him agrees with her opinion of the future for those like them. It wasn’t too long ago Castiel was trapped in his old hometown in Illinois, looking over his shoulder every weeknight to make sure no one followed him home. Fearful that one day his face would be a blip in the newsreel, another name to add to the wall like Matthew Shepard.

“I moved here to escape all that,” he mumbles to himself, “but apparently hatred can grow anywhere… even in California.”

Meg hops onto his back, interrupting his musings. She chokes him, forcing him to twirl her around until Castiel can pry her arms off of him. After wheezing in a good-sized breath, he asks what that was about.

“They’d be happy to take a look,” Meg says, “Free of charge!”

Castiel blinks at her. “What?”

“I told you this was a good place, Clarence. Hurry up though, they’re not gonna keep the shop open for you.” She rattles off the directions, having to repeat herself once Castiel shakes away the dazed look in his eye. “…And when you get there you’re supposed to ask for Dean,” she finishes, “Dean Winchester.”

“Why?”

“Guy overheard us talking and said he’d take care of it personally.”

“But… why?”

She shrugs, “Who knows, but he’s waving his fees. Don’t look a gift mechanic in the mouth, my gorgeous unicorn.” Meg pockets her phone and skips backwards, waving goodbye.

“Wait,” Castiel follows her, “you’re not coming with?”

“Band practice,” she says, “I’ve gotta swing over to my place and pick up my bass. You’ll do fine!” With a loud smack of her lips she disappears behind a corner, off on her own way.

Castiel waits a beat before he actually leaves. He starts the engine, idling some more to switch out the CD in the drive, so instead of blasting Indigo Girls he could drive to the music of the Cranberries. Skipping until he reached ‘Zombie’, Castiel nods his head along as he begins his journey over to Singer’s Auto Repair.

It wasn’t too confusing following Meg’s directions. Halfway through her second explanation Castiel realized he was familiar with the route. He’s driven that way countless time to visit a small bookstore he loves. The only one he’d been able to find that stocks trashy romance novels of more diverse backgrounds. Perks of living near West Hollywood, Castiel always knows where to go to find shops catered to others like him.

But he would have remembered seeing a car garage there.

Rounding the final corner, Castiel slows down and crawls along the street, head swerving left and right while ‘Yeat’s Grave’ plays on. After passing his bookstore, he spots a faded sign a few storefronts down.

“How have I never seen this before?”

Unassuming from the front, with faded brick and rusted steel, Bobby’s Auto Shop sits next to a leather shop and spans all the way to the corner. A single rainbow flag hangs from a pole jutting off the side of the building. Castiel pulls into an open garage, parking near the front and cutting the music off before the next song could begin. He steps out of the car and looks around.

There are at least five vehicles stationed inside the building at the moment. He sees one hefted up on a lift, a burly man inspecting it from below. Across from him two other mechanics argue over the exposed engine of a truck, long hair pulled back into tight ponytails. At a lounge area a black couple share a bag of chips.

Looking to the other side at what Castiel expects to be only a blank wall he spies a cluttered corkboard.

Castiel walks away from his car and over to it, scanning the different fliers tacked on. Notices for events like poetry readings and charity brunches to raise funds for AIDs research. A picture of a drag queen hangs next to an ad selling a lounger with a few of the tabs ripped off. There’s even a poster for Meg’s band, ‘The Demon Queens’ that he recognizes, having done the design for them.

“You find something you like?” a rough drawl from behind startles him. Castiel spins, coming face to face with a man who shouldn’t look so handsome streaked with oil. He stares into sparkling green eyes, the color only highlighted by the dark marks on his cheeks. The mechanic smirks, cocking one brow higher than the other. “You all right there?”

“Yeah-yeah-yes,” Castiel clears his throat, “Yes I am, sorry I… what did you ask?”

He chuckles, running dirty fingers through his light brown hair, coloring it darker. “You here for some work?”

Castiel nods. “I’m supposed to ask for a Dean… Winchester?”

Mechanic’s gaze widens, glancing back at Castiel’s car before returning to him. “You’re Meg’s friend?” he asks, grinning.

“Yes…?”

“Hmm… not what I was expecting,” he says, holding a hand out, “I’m Dean.”

Castiel flushes, cursing his luck. Of course the only mechanic who would work on his car would be the man who stepped off the set of a calendar shoot.

Pretty boys have always been Castiel’s weakness. From high school when he first understood where his attractions laid to now, something about them makes his brain shuts down. His tongue works against him and sweat pours out from everywhere; thoughts bottleneck behind the embarrassing urge to blurt out ‘you’re pretty’. Castiel ceases to function normally when presented with a pretty boy.

It’s been an uncomfortable amount of time where Dean’s hand hangs in the air. Castiel realizes it when the smile on his face slowly starts to fall.

He jerks his hand out in a panic, latching onto Dean’s with as relaxed a face he can force. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dean.” His handshake is tight and fast, quickly pulling away as if burned.

Feeling something wet coating his palm Castiel prays Dean didn’t notice his sweat. However looking at it he belatedly remembers Dean’s hands were covered in oil.

“Shit,” Dean says, “Totally forgot to clean up… that’s my bad.”

“It’s fine,” Castiel tell him, “I’ve had worse… my hands are usually messy and covered in whatever.”

“Really? Like what?”

“Paints, clay… those types of things.”

“You an artist?”

“On my days off.”

Dean motions for Castiel to follow. He does. “You do any galleries?” he asks.

Castiel frowns, “I’ve been in one or two, but never on my own. Don’t have the money to afford a space.”

“If you ever do, feel free to advertise here,” Dean says, stopping by a large sink, “As you already know we have a place for a poster or two.”

“Duly noted.” He waits for Dean to turn on the faucet, letting him run his hands under the stream first. Once he finishes Castiel half-heartedly scrubs at the oil. There wasn’t much on his hand, and making any effort to wash it away wouldn’t fit with the cool façade Castiel tried to keep.

“Y’know,” Dean starts, hands hidden in a fluffy towel, “when Charlie told me about you, I thought you’d look a hell of a lot different.”

Castiel skews his head to the side. “How so?”

“Well I figured you’d be a girl,” he shrugs, “friend of an ex from Charlie, nine out of ten it’d be another lesbian or at least bisexual…“ Dean tosses the towel to Castiel, “egg on my face, right?”

He catches it haphazardly. “More like oil.” When Dean’s brows pinch together, Castiel mock wipes at his face with the towel.

“Really?” Dean whines, “You probably think I’m a slob.” He hurriedly splashes some more water on his face and snatches the towel back.

“Honestly?” Castiel says, “I don’t know enough about you to form an opinion.”

Dean looks up from the towel and smiles, dimples clear on his freckled cheeks. “We’ll have to fix that, then.” Before Castiel can overthink what that means Dean walks away and over to his car, Castiel racing to keep up. “So someone marked up your car?”

He sighs, “Yeah… I woke up the other day to find that – that word scratched on the side along with some… other things.” Castiel doesn’t dive in to the details of the torn up rainbow flag outside his apartment and the already painted over slurs carved onto his door. “That’s what I get for celebrating the first day of Pride, I guess.”

Dean frowns, running a hand across his car’s ugly scar. “You know the person who did this?”

Castiel shrugs. “Suspicions… but nothing concrete enough to make a claim or file a report.”

“If it were me I’d do more than that. Bastard would be walking with a limp – if at all – if they messed up my Baby.”

The threat brings a smile to Castiel’s face. He straightens out of the curled up posture he fell into. “Your ‘Baby’?”

“My car,” Dean explains, turning to him, “older model in black. A ‘67 Chevy Impala.”

“I must confess… I don’t know that much about cars.”

“Really?”

“I don’t quite know the model of my own car let alone what an Impala looks like.”

“That’s a damn shame,” Dean tells him, “Going your whole life without knowing what true beauty is? I’d take you out to see her now if I didn’t have to park so far away today.”

“You don’t have your own parking?”

He shakes his head. “Usually I snag a spot on the block but by the time I made it out of bed they were all taken. So I’m about three down in front of this deli. Anyway…” Dean kneels down again, inspecting his car closely. “This shouldn’t be tough… probably have it ready by tomorrow if nothing comes up.”

“Are you sure?” Castiel asks, “If you have other clients waiting –“

“Nah I finished up my last appointment for the day already. Don’t stress about it.”

“That’s very nice of you,” he says, “all the other places I tried wouldn’t help me and here you make it sound so easy…” Then, Castiel remembers what Meg told him. “And for no pay? I don’t mind, I have the money –“

Dean reaches out for Castiel, grabbing his wrist to stop him from taking out his wallet. “I insist. I’m always looking for ways to give back to our community.”

Castiel smiles, his skin burning from Dean’s touch. “Our – ah… our community?” he starts, “do you mean that in a friendly neighborhood sense or…”

He rolls his eyes. “In a rainbow way.”

“Ah.” Castiel glances around the garage, gaze unable to land on any one point for long. “I was wondering… this is a very progressive garage.”

“Has been since the beginning,” Dean tells him, leaning against Castiel’s car, “Bobby’s been a staple here for a long time ever since he and his wife Karen moved in years ago.”

“Bobby?”

“Bobby Singer, the big ol’ boss of this place,” he explains, “He and Karen came here when things got dangerous for them back where they used to live.”

“Why was that?”

Dean launches Castiel back into the past, where a newly married Bobby and Karen were being threatened nearly every night when one of the women in Sioux Falls discovered Karen hadn’t always been called Karen. Gangs of men hung out in front of their house, dumping cigarette butts on their lawn. Every time they went out they were watched and followed, confronted on the days when people had a little more confidence than normal. Any room they entered became so silent a cough could shatter glass. Neither Bobby nor Karen was willing to move at first, until the first rock was thrown through their window. They packed their bags and left in the early morning, not stopping until their car broke down in California.

Bobby pushed it all the way to the closest garage. “It was closing,” Dean says, “And the only one there was the owner – and he didn’t see why he should help. So Bobby grabbed a box of tools and set to work. Halfway through fixing his own car, someone pulled up and asked Bobby to look under his hood. He did and made the engine purr. Owner saw and demanded Bobby give him the money from that. Made a deal and bought the place with what was left of their savings.”

“And he turned it into this,” Castiel says, “I wish I knew about Singer’s sooner… would have saved me a lot of guff whenever I needed my oil changed.”

“I’ll admit we can do better in advertising,” Dean shrugs, “Mainly we rely on word-of-mouth… although we did get a lot of customers after Benny namedropped us in one of his shows.”

“Benny?”

Dean jerks his thumb over towards the burly man from earlier, chatting with the previously bickering mechanics by the truck. “He’s a drag queen. Performs over at the Roadhouse every Wednesday as ‘The Vamp’. I mentioned he should promote the garage in his act one night when I was helping him do his make-up.”

Castiel recalls the picture of the drag queen he saw pinned to the cork board, notices the similarities between the figure captured and the one in front of him. “Is everyone who works here a… um, on the rainbow?”

“More or less,” Dean shrugs, “Jo – the blonde – been on Estrogen for two years, has her first round of surgery coming up in a few weeks. Dorothy doesn’t conscribe to the binary but they still identify as a lesbian…” He swings his finger over to the lounge area. “Max is as gay as the next guy but his sister Alicia’s our token straight.” Turning back to face Castiel he says, “And Charlie you already know only goes for chicks.”

“And you?”

“Me?” Dean chuckles, “Why I’m bi as fuck!”

Castiel laughs as well. “Are you trying to collect all the letters?”

“Like queer Pokémon,” Dean nods, earning another round of snickers. “Nah, we all kinda drifted together. Jo and the Banes twins lived in the area – Jo’s mom actually owns the Roadhouse. But the rest of us… Bobby took under his wing in one way or another.”

Storm clouds brew in the timbre of Dean’s voice, the shiny jewels of his eyes losing their luster. Castiel feels the temperature between them dip low by tens of degrees. Whatever Dean doesn’t say must weigh heavily to flatten the good mood he was in.

It’s a familiar burden Castiel knows all too well.

“Do you know what my name means?”

Dean blinks, thrown off by the sudden shift in topics. “Uh… no –“

“It’s a bastardized version of an angel’s name,” he explains, “Cassiel. They thought the extra ‘s’ was too… feminine. But I was born on a Thursday and…” Castiel trails off, grimacing.

“Religious family?” Dean asks.

He nods. “My dad was heavily involved with our local Church.”

“So when you…”

“It was not a fun time,” Castiel says, “I didn’t go home for the first two years after I left for college but… we learned not to speak about it. Although every now and then my mother sends me pamphlets for seminary school.”

Dean barks out a rough laugh, biting his lip. A brief, charged silence stands between them where Castiel can’t breathe. He nearly backs away, tells Dean that it’s okay. They’re strangers – all he needs is a body job, not a life story. But then he sucks his lower lip under his teeth and starts.

“My dad caught me fooling around with another boy when I was sixteen,” he says, “And after the punches kicked me out on my ass. Joke’s on him, though, because I managed to snag the keys to the car. Drove around for the first year seeing the sights until I found my way to Bobby’s. Picked up shifts part-time until he noticed me sleeping in my car. Cuffed me on the head and told me to take the spare room in the apartment above.”

“Karen didn’t mind?”

“Karen died years earlier,” Dean smiles ruefully, “Cancer. But she would’ve done the same thing. Wish I could’ve met her, though, heard she made killer apple pie.”

And in that moment, Castiel finds himself wishing he had the chance as well. Dean talks about his family with so much love he wants to meet them all, or at least here him tell more stories about them. Knowing that this group of people have found each other and are happy gives Castiel more hope for the future for people like them.

Dean Winchester’s gravitation is too powerful to resist, and Castiel falls into his orbit happily.

A set of squeaky wheels interrupts their conversation, an older man in a trucker’s cap rolling up to them. “Winchester,” he barks, “I don’t pay you to stand around and flirt. Git to work on this poor boy’s car!”

They break apart, both their cheeks bright red. Dean hangs his head, rubbing his hands against his coveralls. “Right away, Bobby.”

Bobby shakes his head, leaving them. “Idjits…”

Castiel shuffles his feet, wringing his hands together. He waits until the other man is far away before speaking again. “So… that’s Bobby.”

“Yeah,” he huffs, “Bastard’s usually never this ornery… probably getting me back for walking in on him and his boyfriend the other night.” Dean scoffs, crossing his arms, “Not my fault Crowley didn’t lock the damn door…”

The past few minutes catch up with Castiel and he feels the awkwardness creeping back up his spine like a spider. “I… I should be going,” he stutters out, startling Dean.

“Really?” Dean asks, his frown confusing to Castiel’s already addled mind.

He nods, pacing backwards. “Thank you for your help and… and the talk.” Then before Dean could respond Castiel races out the garage door and doesn’t look back. Castiel makes it past the leather shop before he falls back against the storefront and gasps for breath.

“Castiel,” he mumbles to himself, “stupid… ‘and the talk’. Why can’t you talk to pretty boys without losing your head.”

He knocks his head against the brick latticework repeatedly, angry with how he blew his shot with the pretty mechanic. In between the heavy pounding she gives himself he hears a slight cough to his right.

Squinting an eye open Castiel sees Dean watching him with an amused grin across his face. Throwing himself away from the wall, Castiel turns to face him. “Dean?” he starts, “What are… what are you doing here?”

Dean steps closer, invading Castiel’s space. The smell of motor oil and cologne makes him dizzy. “You left in such a hurry, Cas, you forgot to give me your phone number.”

His heart skips over itself as a sunny ray of hope shoots across his chest. Clouds return to cover it when he remembers past garage experiences where mechanics needed it to reach him. He deflates. “Right, so you can tell me when my car’s ready.”

Dean juts his lower lip out, head bobbing as he considers Castiel’s statement. “Yeah for that, too.”

“Too?”

“Well I mean how else can I ask you out if I don’t have your number?”

A stone lodges itself in Castiel’s throat. “You… you want to ask me out… on a date?”

His eyebrows jump up. “I… I wasn’t misreading anything… was I?”

That spurs Castiel into action. “No, no! You weren't… I am… I’m interested.”

Dean relaxes, hand splayed against his chest. “Good, got nervous there for a second.” He looks to Castiel, waiting. “So…?”

They exchange numbers, Dean handing Castiel’s phone back with a wink and a promise to call later. Then he heads back to the garage to smooth out the scratches on his car.

Castiel stands there, outside the leather shop, too shocked to move. Somehow he gains control of his legs again and picks one up after the other.

When he makes it to the bus stop, Castiel pulls his phone out and stares at Dean’s number. Butterflies flutter in his stomach as the largest smile blossoms on his face.

It stays there all the way back to his apartment.

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“Shut Up ‘N Drive. „

TW: Death, Mentions of Cancer

FULL NAME: Ebony Eunyoung Noh NICKNAME(S): Eb, AGE: 24 | July 1st, 1997 GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, She/her FACE CLAIM: Sydney Park EYE COLOR: Brown HAIR COLOR: Brown (highlighted) HEIGHT: 5′5″ OCCUPATION: Mechanic @ Auto-Collision & Restoration HOMETOWN: Born in Daegu, South Korea, raised in Fallbrook, NC NEIGHBORHOOD: Eris SECRET: She used to help her ex sell drugs.

Quick Facts:

She was originally raised in Rosewood Hills with her family but once her mother passed and her father grew distant, she moved to Grandview Mobile Park

She originally learned auto repair from her uncle and went into trade school to use it as a career

Her mother passed away when she was 18 and her father hasn’t been the same ever since. Their own relationship is strained due to this

She works two jobs to make ends meet but never complains about it

She played rugby and wrestled in high school

Her mother was a nurse at the hospital, her father works in finance

She has a golden retriever named Bucky

Ebony Eunyoung Noh was born in Daegu, South Korea to Solomon and Rhonda Noh, both Fallbrook natives. At the time, Rhonda and Solomon were high school sweethearts who had married and migrated to Korea for new experiences. They didn’t expect to have a child at the very beginning of Solomon finance career but it worked out for Rhonda to stay home and take care of Ebony while he worked hard for the family. Once Rhonda expressed wanting to return home, they moved back stateside when Ebony was only four years old and decided to be near their families while raising her. They had a very happy home life and would eventually have two more children after Ebony.

While Ebony was happy with where her future was going, she missed having her father around and he only seemed concerned with working countless hours at the finance firm. Family dinners were often had without him but her mother would stay up late to ensure that he had a hot meal on the table. Things seemed to work out for them even if outsiders saw Mr. Noh as a selfish husband and emotionally absent father, but he genuinely was trying his best. He never wanted his wife or children to want for anything, to the point he’d even felt sad once Rhonda decided to return to work as a nurse in order to help make ends meet. Their home was their pride and joy and she didn’t want him stressing so heavily over it.

High school was when Ebony decided she was going to help around with the bills as well, taking small jobs such as a clerk at the convenience store and even learning how to repair cars in her free time. She fought through the sadness despite finding out her mother had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. She never really wanted to think about what that meant for her, for her family, her father was completely broken by this and she could feel it. He started taking less hours at work to finally spend time with his family more, but he treated Rhonda so delicately that he began keeping her own children from her, ensuring they could never get her sick. This drove and even bigger wedge between Ebony and her father and that argument was the big blow up that would change their dynamic forever. She left home that day, a teenager, still in high school and knowing her mother was seeing the last of her days.

Graduation came, she was shocked that she even made it that far. At this point, she was living in a trailer park with her then boyfriend and things were not going very well for her. She was tired, pulling all-nighters to study for exam and working at the convenience store to be able to take care of herself. The saddest part of graduation day was that she’d just been told that her mother was incredibly ill and would be in the hospital likely for the rest of her days. She had to stomach that and it wasn’t easy at all. That summer, she passed away and she lost the motivation to go to college. Instead, she went to trade school to be certified for working on cars and decided that was the future she was going to live. She’d also left her job at the convenience store to fully focus on her career as a mechanic.

When she was about 21, she finally broke up with the boyfriend she’d been with on and off for years and moved out of his trailer. She couldn’t afford much on her own, so she moved into her own little trailer just a few spots down. This was also when she rescued Bucky, the dog she calls the best thing to ever happen to her. At the time, he was a newborn puppy who had just been left outside and she made it her duty to truly become his mother.

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