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Retro Music and Vintage Cars (deanxreaderxsam)

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“If there’s just another room of files behind this door I’m gonna punch Sam in the face,” you said as Dean searched for the right key for the bunker door.

“What! Why would you do that? And why me, why not Dean?” Sam said offended.

“Because you’re closer. And Dean’s face is too pretty to punch.” Hearing this, Dean turned from the door to give Sam a triumphant grin which was returned with a glare.

“But don’t worry Sammy you’re still pretty too,” you said pinching his cheeks.

“It’s too late (y/n),” he replied sarcastically as he put a hand over his heart. “The pain’s already been inflicted.” You just laughed and lightly punched his side.

Finally, after trying several incorrect keys, a soft click was finally heard coming from the lock.

“About time,” Dean grumbled as he stepped through the door followed by you and Sam. 

“Where’s the light switch?” You asked as you stumbled through the complete darkness of the room.

“Wait I think I got it,” you heard Sam say from somewhere in the black. Suddenly the room was filled with blinding light and the sight it revealed caused you to gasp and cover your mouth while Dean just stared in disbelief. The room you had discovered was a huge garage. To the left there were various classic cars lined up and they all looked to be in perfect condition. To the right there was a large work area that had several workbenches and desks. Under each desk there were boxes and crates while the surfaces were covered with blueprints and tools.  

Sam looked over the area and nodded in approval. It didn’t seem to be anything special to him but when he looked to you and Dean he wasn’t so sure.

“Um, are guys are okay?”

“Wow,” Dean said with a huge smile on his face.

“Is this real life?” You said as you looked at the cars in disbelief. “Oh my god Dean look!” You exclaimed as you ran to a car in the middle of the lineup.  “This one. This one is mine I lay claim to it,” you said as you sprawled out on the hood of a black 57 Chevy.

“My girl has good taste doesn’t she Sammy?” he smiling at you as you began running your hand over the waxed hood. He then saw what was parked a space down from where you were and his face lit up.

“(y/n) look at this thing!” he exclaimed as he jumped into the Model T.

“Oh no way!” you said as you walked over to the car. Dean then attempted to honk the vintage horn, neither of you expecting it work. Suddenly a loud honking noise filled the room, causing both you and Dean to jump. He looked at you completely surprised and you both fell into a fit of laughter.

“Hey guys come look at this!” Sam called from even further down the line of cars. You and Dean walked to his voice to find him examining a Harley Davidson from the 40s.

“Woah,” Dean whispered as he knelt down to examine the back. “I’ve always wanted a motorcycle.”

“Huh,” Sam said as he rummaged through the sidebag and pulled out a black mass of fabric. “Looks like just your size,” he said as he handed you what turned out to be a leather jacket which you immediately put on.

“It’s perfect!” you exclaimed.

“Does this mean I don’t get punched in the face?” he asked.

“I guess I’ll let you off this one time, Winchester,” you said looking up at him. “But just this once.”

“Oh thank you for your mercy,” he replied sarcastically. “We should probably see what’s in all those crates upfront though.” He led you and Dean back to the work area and the three of you each grabbed a box and began sifting through them.

“Nothing too special,” you said after the third box. All you had found was car manuals and maintenance logs.

“Yeah same here,” Sam replied as he leaned against the wall, flipping though a car magazine.

“Well, I wouldn’t say nothing,” Dean said lifting a box onto a table. He then pulled out a record player from the box and set it on the table.

“No way,” you said from your spot on the floor, looking up in disbelief.

“Way,” Dean said as he lifted the top of another box to show you that it was full of records. He looked though the box and pulled out a random record to place it in the player. The sounds of Bobby Darin’s “Queen of the Hop” filled the garage as Dean turned it up to full volume.

“Get up here,” Dean said as he grabbed your arms and pulled you up from the floor. He took your hand in his and his other hand on your waist and began swaying to music. Dean couldn’t help but smile at you as you began to sing along to the song. You started laughing as Dean began twisting and twirling you about the room. Sam watched from his spot and smiled at you and Dean singing and laughing like dorks. It had been a long time since any of you had been happy, especially Dean.

“Cmon Sammy!” you said seeing him looking at you. You put your hand out to him which he took as he walked over. He then began swaying with you just as Dean had and the garage was filled with laughter as Dean began dramatically singing the song since he didn’t have anyone to dance with. The three of you stayed in the bunker for the rest of the night going through the records while you danced and laughed, finally able to get the problems of the world off your minds.

Sorry I put this up so late but I accidentally took a 4 hour nap and feel into tumblr. I hope you like and leave comments and junk saying what you think and if you want to listen to some 50s music which you should cos its amazing there's a pretty good playlist here and here
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