http://notadamnangel.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notadamnangel.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-10-11 04:38 pm

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There were loud tunes coming from the hangar again. Virus was over with, city's re-open, Sam's ok, and the only drawback is they got an archangel turned trickster turned human awake and wandering the ship now. Eh, he could think of worst people from his world to wake up. A lot worse.

So time to kick back with his tunes, and hang out with one of his favorite girls. (Kaylee being the other now.) There were still a few repairs remaining from the shore leave he hadn't a chance to get to until now.

So Dean was currently underneath his vehicle, checking over her undercarriage while his bootheels beat a rhythm to some Led Zeppelin.

He was also singing.

"RAMBLE ON... SING MY SONG. BEEN AROUND THE WORLD.."

[identity profile] enterprisin.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
As Dean merries himself tuning up the Impala, a pair of feet walk up alongside and begin to circle.

Jim gave a low, appreciative whistle, "Sweet ride, man."

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-10-11 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Sheryl slid languidly into the passenger seat, running her fingers over the material of the seats. "It's nice," she called. "The car, the music."

[identity profile] thunder-ace.livejournal.com 2010-10-12 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Dean's not alone! Close by, another crewmate seems to be working on their own car. Said crewmate is a fairly attractive blonde girl, and she's currently leaning over the engine of what looks like a very expensive sports car (http://i53.tinypic.com/2cogbya.jpg).

Her attention didn't stay on it for long, though. She looked up when she heard music, trying to find the source, and smiled when she did.

"Nice car!" She called out.

[identity profile] voiceofserenity.livejournal.com 2010-10-12 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
She was still getting her legs back after the rage virus, but Kaylee hadn't seen Dean since before she'd gotten sick. Check-in it was.

Bending over to look at Dean under the car, Kaylee smiled at the top of his head. "She's lookin' better each time I see her."

[identity profile] standaloneshell.livejournal.com 2010-10-14 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
And here's his boss, leaning lightly on the Impala's fram. It's not a proper lean, of course; this car isn't exactly rated for mil-spec cyborg weights, and the age of the suspension isn't doing it any favors in that regard.

"Looks like you survived, after all."