what if i don't want healing as much as i want justice? what if i don't care if justice looks exactly like revenge? do you think i don't know that i can't want revenge without strapping the bomb to my own chest?
Sam glanced over at him.
โIf we ignore it, the belt could snap and leave us without power steering, the alternator, or the water pump.โ
He gave the impala a light tap.
โ โCharacterโ Yeah, thatโs gonna get us stranded Dean. โ
Deanโs outburst were normal. He shook his head with a small, amused smile before turning back to the engine.
โThe serpentine beltโs starting to crack, and the tensioner pulley is wearing out. Thatโs the rattling youโve been hearing.โ
He caught the rag Dean tossed at him and wiped his hands, shaking his head.
โFirst of all, Iโm not taking apart your car. Iโm looking at it.โ Sam stepped aside, letting Dean get a better look.
โEver since we got back from Ohio itโs had a noise, itโs driving me crazy.โ
Sam looked up from the engine as Deanโs voice echoed through the garage, his eyebrows lifting slightly at his brotherโs dramatic entrance. A small smile formed on his face.
โWow, itโs not a hit first ask questions later type of day for us. โโHm..โโThatโs new.โ
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