I have been inspired and need to write about my idea for my new OFC. If you want to, you can send stories to my email as an attempt to inspire me.

Zayn was sitting on the side of the road crying, when a 67 impala pulled over. She just sat waiting for someone to get out of the car. She heard one of the doors open, then close, but she couldn't see which one because of the headlights. Then the most stunning person she had ever seen walked up to her slowly. It was impossible for her to describe him with words.

"Amazing" she whispered to herself, eyes wide in shock. That was the best way for her to describe him. He was about 5' 10" with short, light brown hair, and green eyes brighter than anything she had ever seen.

He looked at her questioningly, and she dropped her head, silently cursing herself, until she heard the sound of clothes rustling. She looked up at him while he was taking his jacket off, then she realized he smelled a million times better than he looked. She wanted to get up and touch him, to hold him, to kiss him. He crouched down, and she moved away defensively, at that moment realizing he was trying to put his jacket on her, and that she was completely naked. She let him put his jacket on her, and then he pulled her up so that she was standing and led her to the trunk.

When they got there, he pulled off his t-shirt, and held it out to her, but she stood there unmoving, looking at his naked torso. He was lean, fit, and 100% muscle. All the boys from the warehouse looked like bodybuilders. This one was perfect. He didn't have muscles that were huge, but they were well defined. She realized she was staring, and before he blinked, she was in the oversized shirt, and the jacket was in the trunk.

Dean was shocked and amazed at what just happened. She was literally a blur, and then the shirt was on her. He stood there staring at her as she pulled the bottom of the shirt so she could look at what was on it.

"¿Dice usted español? (Do you speak Spanish?)" She asked in a small quiet voice.

He understood the word 'español,' and realized she was speaking Spanish.

"Hey Sammy, What languages do you speak?" he said, walking over to the side of the car and opening the door.

"Umm… Greek, Hebrew, French, and Swedish." He said sleepily.

"God, Sammy, you know all those, but you don't know Spanish?" he said, surprised and annoyed, "Get out of the car and talk to her." He ordered Sam.

"Her?" he squeaked, and his eyes popped open, suddenly awake. He got out of the car, and when he looked behind him, he saw a tall, beautiful, woman with slightly messy red hair, and light grey eyes, and he was suddenly embarrassed, because the only thing she was wearing was one of Dean's t-shirts that hung down to the middle of her thighs.

"Umm… Dean… What do you want me to do." He asked.

"Find out her information. Who she is, where she's from, and why she was sitting on the side of the road crying and naked" he said.

Sam- Sam walked up to her and said "griechisch (Greek)? עברית (Hebrew)? frenʧ (French)? Svenska (Swedish)?"

Girl- "Svenska (Swedish)" she said smiling.

Sam- "Vad heter du? (What is your name?)"

Girl-"Zayn, och din? (Zayn, and yours?)"

Sam-"Sam"

Sam- "Var kommer du ifrån?(where are you from)"

Zayn - "Kan inte prata om det. Hemsk. Tester. Experiment. (Can't talk about it. Horrible. Tests. Experiments.)" She said bursting into tears at the last few words. She put her face in her hands and threw herself into Dean's arms, sobbing so hard her whole body was shaking.

Dean- "Dude, whatever you did, 1, you made her cry" he scolded, "and 2, thank you," he said, putting his arms around her

Sam- "I just asked her where she was from. She said they did tests and experiments."

Dean- "On her? She didn't have scars, cuts, or bruises"

Zayn stopped crying, turned to Sam, and said, "Ta mig till biblioteket vänligen. Jag vill kunna prata med er båda. (Take me to the library please. I want to be able to talk with both of you.)"

Sam- "Dean, she wants to go to the library. She wants to learn English. She said she wants to be able to talk to you too."

Dean- "Really? Wow. Awesome… Tell her we can't go now, and that we'll go in the morning. We have to get a hotel room so we can all sleep."

Sam explained, and then remembered she wasn't wearing pants. Even though he was only 17, he was about 4 sizes bigger than her. He got her a pair of his sweatpants, and both of the boys turned around so she could put them on. Literally a half of a second later she was standing in front of them, staring at them with her head tilted to the side, and the pants were already on her.