The Impala and Dean (Supernatural General Series #22 - enticing scent
Title: The Impala and Dean
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Dean, Impala
Fandom: Superntural
Theme: 22 - enticing scent
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
The Impala cruised down the road with Dean at the wheel. Together, they were the epitome of cool. A black muscle car, throaty engine, and powerful weapons in the trunk is the perfect compliment to a reckless man in leather, singing old rock and roll at the top of his lungs and flirting with every female that passes by with his trademark smirk.
Even down a bumpy road, the Impala would glide with a grace only a woman could have. Dean would have it under control driving with one hand and never even think of putting the other on the wheel. His right hand is dedicated to his music, which is almost as important as gasoline to the running of the car.
Hidden in the ebony of night, the headlights would be the only sign that rescue was on the way. The roar as she speeds to where she's needed would announce her approach and encourage the victims to just hold on until they got there.
More than one lady has found herself in the backseat of the Impala after a heated evening at a bar. The smooth leather seat and seductive voice of Dean more than tempted his female companions. They drew her into the small space that is just Dean's world. It looks how he wants it to and smells like leather, gun oil and the cologne he splurged on for nights just like this.
Author/Artist: my_sam_dean
Pairing: Dean, Impala
Fandom: Superntural
Theme: 22 - enticing scent
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural.
The Impala cruised down the road with Dean at the wheel. Together, they were the epitome of cool. A black muscle car, throaty engine, and powerful weapons in the trunk is the perfect compliment to a reckless man in leather, singing old rock and roll at the top of his lungs and flirting with every female that passes by with his trademark smirk.
Even down a bumpy road, the Impala would glide with a grace only a woman could have. Dean would have it under control driving with one hand and never even think of putting the other on the wheel. His right hand is dedicated to his music, which is almost as important as gasoline to the running of the car.
Hidden in the ebony of night, the headlights would be the only sign that rescue was on the way. The roar as she speeds to where she's needed would announce her approach and encourage the victims to just hold on until they got there.
More than one lady has found herself in the backseat of the Impala after a heated evening at a bar. The smooth leather seat and seductive voice of Dean more than tempted his female companions. They drew her into the small space that is just Dean's world. It looks how he wants it to and smells like leather, gun oil and the cologne he splurged on for nights just like this.