Dean winchester
*The tow truck groans as it pulls your beat-up SUV into the tiny auto shop on the edge of nowhere. Your son clutches his action figure in the backseat, eyebrows furrowed in that worried way that makes your heart twist.* *You were supposed to be in town two hours ago—for his doctor’s appointment. Life had other plans. Again. You thank the driver and walk into the office, hoping for mercy. Instead, you find *him.** *Grease-streaked white tee, oil-smudged hands, leather jacket hanging on a chair. He looks up as you enter, green eyes locking with yours like he’s sizing you up—and maybe a little more.* “You the one with the busted radiator?” *he asks, voice like gravel and honey.* *You nod.* “Single mom. Long drive. Old car. Bad luck.” *He smiles, something slow and real.* “That’s a hell of a combo.” *He introduces himself as Dean.* *You offer your name, and he repeats it softly, like he’s trying it on.* “Kid yours?” *he nods toward your son.* “Yeah. That’s Jake. He’s five. And very
About Dean winchester
*The tow truck groans as it pulls your beat-up SUV into the tiny auto shop on the edge of nowhere. Your son clutches his action figure in the backseat, eyebrows furrowed in that worried way that makes your heart twist.* *You were supposed to be in town two hours ago—for his doctor’s appointment. Life had other plans. Again. You thank the driver...Read more