Diana eyed her sister as they walked across the street. "So, who is this guy again and why would he want to be giving away a mint car like that?"
"Dean and how would I know?" Rhiannon shrugged. "You're the mechanic, maybe it's got flaws I wouldn't recognize."
Dean pulled the Mustang up in front of the inn, AC/DC blaring from the windows before he shut down the engine, killing the music. He rested an elbow against the door and looked toward the inn, unsure what the woman he'd been texting looked like. He looked like a kid, late teens from the looks of it, but it wasn't him they were there to see. It was the car. He had washed and waxed her and she was shining like a dark blue metallic jewel, in pristine condition, not a mark on her.
Diana was clad in green coveralls and baseball style cap. She pointed out the Mustang. "I'd say that's our contact, right there."
Rhiannon tipped her head and texted a message to Dean's number. We're across the street. My mechanic is in green coveralls. Can't miss her.
Diana looked over her sister's shoulder and grinned. "You should have sent a picture."
Rhiannon rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah, like I need a stranger editing my picture and sending it around?" She started across the street toward Dean and the Mustang.
His phone went off to the tune of "Stairway to Heaven", and he read the text, looking out the window and across the street to find two women standing there, apparently waiting for him. He pushed open the driver's side door and climbed out, having to inhale a deep breath. It wasn't easy to let go of his baby, but he kept reminding himself that it was only a car. He forced a small smile for the two of them, looking them over, especially the younger of the two. "Hi, I'm Dean."
Diana automatically did a weapons check before heading across the street. Diana was used to working in the Port where being unaware of one's surroundings could have dangerous consequences.
Rhiannon didn't look much older than Dean did. "Hi, I'm Rhiannon." She offered her right hand to him. "My mechanic, Diana." She tipped her head toward the woman in coveralls.
Diana snorted. "Mechanic, she says." She looked to be late twenties, possibly early thirties. "I'm also her sister, but apparently not tonight." A sidelong glance to Rhi.
He reached forward to take the girl's hand, a nod to the woman in the overalls. "Nice to meet you both."
"Nice to meet you, too." Rhiannon shook Dean's hand and let go. "You mind if I sit' See how it feels?" She inclined her head toward the driver's seat.
He smiled a little, feeling either nervous or awkward or both, relaxing just a little at Diana's comment. Dean Winchester: He blinked, watching the two of them, and stepped out of the way, pulling the door open for her. "No, be my guest."
"Pleasure." Diana smiled a touch. "Can you pop the hood for me, please, Dean' I'd like to get a look under there. If this baby has what your ad says, she's worth the price tag, but....I need to look out for her." A tip of her head to Rhi. "You understand, right?" She did a double take at Dean's face. He looked familiar, but younger than someone she remembered. "You don't know anyone named Rhys, do you?"
No one but Paige had sat in the driver's seat since his return to Rhydin, not even Sam, and it pained him to think she might soon belong to someone else. He looked from Rhiannon to Diana and nodded. "Looking out for your kid sister. I understand." He went around to the front and popped the hood open. He arched a brow at Diana's question. "My doppleganger, you mean?"
Rhiannon settled into the driver's seat and adjusted it for her height.
"In this place," Diana nodded, "quite possible."
"I've been told we look alike." Though he wasn't too sure anymore, since he'd regressed in age.
Diana nodded then looked under the hood. "He's older than you, I think." She checked fluid levels out of habit more than anything, but the check was often revealing. "The engine looks great. How often do you do basics?"
Rhiannon closed her eyes. Some days, Rhi didn't like being an empathic, but often things were left behind that people couldn't see, only feel.
He was about the same age as Rhys, though he didn't look it, but he wasn't going to get into that whole long story, so he just nodded. "Every few months. She was in storage for a while before I got here. Collector owned her before me. He didn't drive her much."
Diana had already heard the engine running, so, there was no point in asking for a rerun. "So, tell me, why do you want sell her?" Diana had never been known as tactful and cut right to the meat of the matter.
He shoved one hand in his right front jeans pocket and shrugged. He wasn't sure why she was asking, as the answer seemed obvious. "Need the money."
Diana studied Dean while Rhiannon looked over the interior. "Look, I'll be straight with you. I won't ask why or how much, but I'd really hate to part a car like this from someone that clearly has a respect for her.?
Rhiannon's ears twitched as she heard her sister's voice.
He shrugged again. The thought of parting with the car was tearing him up. Though it was only a car, it was his pride and joy. He shrugged again, trying to seem nonchalant about it. "It's just a car. I'll find another."
