A/N: It’s been a rough week and I just really need to write something so this is what came out…it’ll probs be 2 parts… I also haven’t written something legit in what feels like forever so please bear with me :)
Dean x Reader
Warnings: angst, swearing
Word Count 900+
“Y/N! Pick up your goddamn phone or I swear –“ you could
hear the deep shaky breath he took before continuing, “please just pick up, we
need to talk.” The voicemail ended with a harsh curse before abruptly going
silent. It had been one of many voicemails that Dean had left you,
progressively growing more and more desperate the farther you drove away from
One minute you were wrapped in Dean’s arms with a silly grin
on your face and the next thing you knew, your duffel, stuffed with your possessions,
was thrown into the backseat of your red ’67 Chevelle and you gunned it the
hell out of there.
Immaculate 1966 Chevelle with a 396 / 375 horsepower big block. This was at a local car show last weekend and this car is an automatic. I love the forward, aggressive stance of a ‘65, '66, '67 Chevelle.