Request by: Hello :) How do feel about an age difference, post-sex one-shot? Alternate universe (no hunting), consensual, not underage but quite a big age difference (like at least 10years) where Dean is like freaking out because he’s Dean and doesn’t want to destroy the girl’s life?
Pairing: AU Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1370
Warnings: Implied post smut, implied car smut, Mechanic! Dean, yes that is a warning. Language, insecure Dean, A little Angst, Fluff if you squint. Age gap. (10 years). I think that’s it.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWY0hUg1637
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Dean was bent over the hood of a ‘68 Ford Mustang in his Uncle Bobby’s Garage. This particular car had been giving him quite a bit of trouble today. The manifold that he was replacing just didn’t want to go into place the way it was supposed to, and the owner would be there tomorrow to pick up his car.
Normally something as simple as this he would have been able to do in less than five minutes, but he was distracted today, and his mind really wasn’t on what he was doing.
It was on what happened in the back seat of the car he was currently working on during his lunch break, and fun, spontaneous, and exciting as it was, he still couldn’t shake this stupid feeling he had that he just wasn’t good enough for someone as amazing as her.
After a third failed attempt in a row to get the damn thing to tighten down he threw the socket wrench he was using across the garage, and walked off with his hands in his hair to the open garage door, leaning against the wall, breathing in the thick summer air, and letting it burn into his lungs.
“What’s wrong with you boy?” Bobby asked, walking around the garage with paperwork in his hand from his most recent tow, the same grumpy expression on his face that Dean had become very accustomed to over the years.
“Nothing, just can’t get the damn intake manifold to tighten down, that’s all."
Walking past him his nephew Bobby threw the paperwork down on the cluttered, dirty desk in the corner of the room before going to look at the manifold that seemed to be giving Dean such a fit. Picking up a socket wrench that was laying on the ground over by the wall of the garage he made quick work of tightening everything down into its place. Dean just stood there looking at the car as if it had personally offended him, and he hated the damn thing.
"There,” Bobby said, dropping the hood on the car, and pulling the grease-stained rag from his back pocket, wiping his hands, and looking at Dean in a way that said he was reading his mail without Dean even opening his mouth.
“Wanna tell me what’s got your panties in a twisted boy? Because there was no reason you should have been having that much trouble just to tighten down a damn intake manifold."
Dean walked over to the old Dodge pickup that was parked next to the mustang and perched himself on the hood. Bobby made his way over to the small refrigerator in the corner of the shop, grabbing two beers and passing one of them to Dean.
"It’s Y/N, I’m thinking maybe I should break things off between us,” Dean said, picking at the label on the beer bottle he was holding before taking a deep swig of it.
The cold beer felt amazing going down his throat, soothing his overheated body is probably the most unhealthy way possible, but he didn’t care, it was just too damn hot out today, and this beer was too damn good to nurse.
“Why? She’s a sweet kid, head over heal for your dumb ass. Why would you want to break things off with that girl? I saw her up here bring you lunch earlier today," Bobby said, eyes narrow like if he could reach across the garage without having to actually move from his seat on top of the desk he would.
Dean just shook his head, looking anywhere in the garage but in Bobby’s direction.
"Spill boy, I damn near raised you, when you were a kid and did something stupid I beat your ass for your own good, and if your about to do something stupid as let that girl go, I’ll beat your ass now. So you better cough up a damn good reason why you’re being such an idjit, but cause I like that girl.”
Taking a deep breath Dean looked at his uncle for the first time since they started this conversation, but he knew the old man wouldn’t let it go until he told him the truth about what was going on in his head.
“I’m not good enough for her Bobby. She’s young and smart, and fucking gorgeous. She’s got a damn good job, she’s got so much ahead of her. I’m WAY too old for her. There are 10 years between us. I’m a mechanic. She’s an RN. I drink too much. I’m covered with issues man. She doesn’t need any of my shit. She needs the chance to find someone her own age. Some doctors or something she works with, someone who can take care of her and give her the life she deserves."
Bobby said nothing during Dean’s whole little rant, just let him get it all out.
"You finished throwing yourself a little pity party so I can tell you how stupid you sound,” Bobby said, with no hint of amusement in his voice.
“Dean that girl loves you, and you’re right you don’t deserve her, but if you throw that away you will live the rest of your pathetic miserable life regretting it. People like her only come around once in a lifetime. You give this up and it will be the biggest mistake you ever make, and one you won’t get to take back. She doesn’t care that you are a mechanic, or that you’ve got issues, point to me one person out there that doesn’t have issues. That’s no reason to fuck up a good thing with a good girl just because you are feeling insecure about yourself, and got all in your feelings. Stop worrying about age differences. Age is just a number.”
Dean couldn’t look up at his Uncle, because deep down he knew he was right.
“What if she wants to have kids, by the time the kid turns 10 I’ll be in well into my fifties.”
“Then you should have plenty of life experience, and by then that you will be able to give your kid a much better life than your father ever gave you,” Bobby said coldly.
That’s what Dean liked about the man, he had no filter and wasn’t afraid to tell Dean when he was being fucking ridiculous.
“I can promise you this Dean, whatever excuse you make won’t be good enough to leave that girl. Period. Now go clean your ass up, go home to Y/N, and show that woman how much you love her before I kick your ass six ways from Sunday,” Bobby said, pulling out Dean’s paycheck for the week, and handing it to him before leaving the garage.
Dean shook his head looking down at the check-in his hands. He honestly didn’t know what he’d ever do without that grumpy old man, but he did hope when he got older, that he’d be half the man that he was, and he was thankful every damn day that he had him here with him because he was more of a father to Dean than he ever had.
Bobby was right, Y/N was his everything, and if he threw it all away now he deserved the ass kick that he had come his way. Sure their relationship wasn’t exactly conventional by most standards. Y/N was way out of his league, and he probably was too old for her according to most people, but he didn’t care. Bobby was right. Age is just a number. It doesn’t mean shit. He loved that woman more than he’d ever loved anyone, and he couldn’t live without her even if he got himself all worked up and had to be talked down sometimes.
Dean heard footsteps making their way through the gravel driveway to the still open garage doors. He smelled her perfume before he even saw her, and it smelt like home. She was his home.
“Hey, handsome. Ready to go?” Y/N asked, as she leaned against the opening of the garage, and smirk playing on her lips, and her sundress flowing in the summer breeze. She never failed to take his breath away, and as soon as he saw her smile at him, all his worries seemed so small.
“Yeah Sweetheart, let’s go home.”
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