Cars and Guitars
May. 14th, 2007 09:58 pm>> Cars and Guitars
TITLE: Cars and Guitars
AUTHOR: ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ultraviolet9a
SPOILER: Route 666 mostly
ultraviolet9aSPOILER: Route 666 mostly
GENRE: Het
CHARACTERS: Dean/Cassie, Dean/Impala (in a way)
SUMMARY: It’s about Dean and Cassie and Dean and the Impala. And a guitar features somewhere too. For more info look down at NOTE2.
RATING: PG-13. Strong one. Cuz I like cussing and there are some sex references.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned any of them I wouldn’t be writing about them. Much. Too busy, see.
FEEDBACK: Dude…duh.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned any of them I wouldn’t be writing about them. Much. Too busy, see.
NOTE: For the ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
spn_het_lovechallenge 2 “Little things” in which 5 objects have to be incorporated in the story. List #4 -- manual, cup, notebook, dust, desk.
spn_het_lovechallenge 2 “Little things” in which 5 objects have to be incorporated in the story. List #4 -- manual, cup, notebook, dust, desk.NOTE2: I don’t like Cassie. I don’t. I might hate her just a little, not because she is canon with Dean, but because she seems so two dimensional. But she’s probably the only character I’ve never really written anything about. And I thought maybe adding another dimension would ease things. For me. Cuz (it may sound stupid but hey! I can’t help it) I hate disliking someone Dean is so fond of. I mean, hell…there must be something that got him going other than her looks.
First time Dean ever laid eyes upon Cassie, he thought of the Impala. All dark, sleek curves, purpose in the motion, edge. He liked that edge. Then he mentally smacked himself because no one could compare to his girl. Ever. “You’re my best girl, baby,” he whispered, hands caressing the steering wheel but his eyes were still drawn towards the hot dark tight-jean stride.
And even though he was younger, he already knew that sleek purposeful curves don’t give their rides for free. They latch on with deep hooks and won’t let go. You got to cut yourself loose one hook at a time, and when you do, you’ll be sure to have lost flesh.
By the time he fully realized that, he was already a goner.
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