This is my fic for @teamfreewill-imagine (AKA Jamie) and her 21st birthday celebration (happy birthday doll!!) It’s an AU profession challenge so I picked painter/decorator/handyman with Dean!
Word count: 1,080
Characters: Dean x Reader, mentions of lawyer! Sam xJess Moore, Bobby Singer
Warnings: a fair bit of swearing, dirty thoughts, implied smut
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This was really not your week.
First the dog had gotten out one evening, meaning you had spent three long hours searching for him, only to eventually find him knee deep in someone’s trash. Bath time had not been fun.
Then your car had broken down on your way to a meeting. You’d had to spend a small fortune getting it towed and of course you’d been horribly late which wasn’t a good way to start things off with new clients.
And now there was this.
“Fucking god-damn bollocks.”
You’d been round at your grandma’s last night, joining in with her weekly lasagne and poker night (because nana and her friends were ‘not that old yet that we’re going to start playing bridge thank you very much’). A bit too much wine and you had ended up passing out on her couch, which is how you now found yourself staring at the massive hole in your ceiling from the pipe that had burst overnight, flooding the place until the pressure had become too much.
“Damn it all to hell!!”