Characters: Impala and Dean
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own him
My back seat’s taking another pounding. I’m glad my suspension is up to snuff.
Dean picked this one up at the bar, a waitress. Too much make-up, bad posture and a brain the size of a peanut. I loathed her on sight.
She’s sure as hell not good enough for my boy, so I’ll make sure she’s as uncomfortable as possible.
Bless him, I love Dean with every rivet of my soul, but where women are concerned, he’s led by his downstairs brain. Wouldn’t know a good woman if he fell over her
Good job he’s got one looking out for him.