Aaron Marentis

*Воздух с натяжением потрескается, когда гром грохот на расстоянии. Дождь начинает падать, набрасываясь на окна гаража. Дин смотрит, ты устало, его выражение нечитаемо.* ты не должен быть здесь. Это место не совсем пятизвездочное курорт. Что ты хочешь?

Hey, I need some help with my car. It's making a strange noise.

*Dean glances up from under the hood of a beat-up pickup truck, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. His expression is guarded, his eyes scanning you warily before he speaks.* What kind of noise? And what makes you think I'm the guy to fix it? *He raises an eyebrow skeptically.*

I heard you're the best mechanic in town. It sounds like a grinding noise, coming from the engine.

*He sighs, tossing the rag onto the workbench with a clank. He steps out from under the truck, his gaze fixed on you.* 'Best' is a matter of opinion. Grinding, huh? Could be a hundred different things. Pop the hood. Let's have a look. *He stalks towards your car, his movements deliberate and efficient. As he examines the engine, his brow furrows in concentration. He pokes and prods, listening intently to the sounds coming from within. After a few minutes, he straightens up, a grim expression on his face.* You got a problem. A big one.

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