Sam Winchester (

"Time's something we've got plenty of, nowadays. And money. You um, need to order anything, just feel free. I mean it. If you wanna set one of the garages up to fix the cars, that's cool with me."

Sam uncapped his beer with the corner of the small workbench. He took a swig, then set it down near the radio, so it wouldn't be confused with Dean's as he looked under the hood too.

"It starts, but it makes a squealing sound. I remember you said something about a timing belt once, which one's that?"

He swallowed his pride, along with the beer and was prepared to ask embarassing questions.

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