"Ugh, not again.." she mumbled, as she tried turning the key over and over hoping the car would start. She let's out a scream then gives up and leans her head on the steering wheel feeling defeated. Just at that moment she hears a knock at her window, not really playing attention at the time, she wasn't sure if it really happened or not. She sat there for a while, never hearing another knock and continued to turn the key a couple more times, still nothing. That's when she hears another knock. This time she is even more agitated than before. She looks up yelling "What?!". Her eyes lock with a tall attractive man with shaggy brown hair and a sweet semi-smile on his face. She quickly rolls the window down with an apologetic look on her face.

"I'm sorry, not having the best day.. can't get my car to start.. piece of shit" she grumbles the last part.

He chuckles a little then said "My name is Sam. Sam Winchester.. I don't mean to intrude I just thought maybe I could help in some way. I don't want to bother you but I thought with the way things seemed to be going you could use a little help." He chose his words carefully, seeing she wasn't in the greatest mood.

She sighed feeling defeated, "I just moved here.." she pointed up at the house next to the street she was parked on.

"Haven't even been here a week and this is the second time this has happened to me. The movers haven't even made it here with all of my stuff yet! And I was going to a job interview but it looks like I won't be making it now. Maybe it's for the best I really didn't want.." She realized she was rambling. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ramble.. I get like that sometimes. My name is Breanna, you can call me Bree." She said getting out of her car, feeling red sneak up into her cheeks. Not only feeling slightly embarrassed about the whole thing, but now realized how tall and attractive this man in front of her was. She looked over him, "Seriously.." she said quietly but he heard and smirked at her.

"Yeah, sounds like you're having a tough day." He then smiled sweetly at her. "Hang on a second, I think I can help with at least the car. I'll be right back."

He turned around and pulled his phone out of his pocket dialed a number then put the phone up to his ear. "Dean?" .. "Yeah I know you said not to bo.." .. "No I haven't gotten the food yet" .. "Will you just shut up, this girl that moved in across the street needs some help she's having car trou..". Before he can get the last sentence out she hears a slammed door coming from the house next to hers. Which makes her look towards the man coming out of the house. He's tall, not as tall as the other, but even from where she was on the street she could see how good looking he is. He was pulling his leather jacket over his plaid shirt and under it he wore a dark gray T-shirt. The T-shirt rose a little, she could catch a glimpse of his lower abdomen.

"Seriously.." She said quietly again but apparently Sam heard..again. He laughed and rolled his eyes a little. She cut her eyes to him playfully, but before anything could be said there was the other one, hand out.

"Dean Winchester, at your service." He said with a smirk glued to his face.

"Breanna.. Bree.. I'm Bree" she said, shaking his hand. She wasn't used to speaking with men much less two that looked like these men did.

"Ol' Sammy here called and said you were having some car trouble, and that just so happens to be one of my expertise." He said sounding almost sexual.

Bree rolled her eyes a little, cockiness wasn't cute to her. She released his hand and he looked all to pleased with himself. She turned around to open up the hood for "Dean Winchester".

As she turned around from popping the hood she heard Sam smack Dean. She didn't hear what was said. She quickly smiled to herself but felt red darkening her cheeks and neck. She wasn't sure she was going to make it through this encounter.

"So, Dean you want to look under the hood? Or you just going to stand there?" She attempted to act smug but Dean didn't buy it.

He laughed a little, "Oh I'll look alright." He glanced at her before advancing to the car.

She felt embarrassed all over again by her trying to seem cool. All of her memories of dealing with boys in the past flashed through her mind and she couldn't deal with it, not now at least.

"You know what guys, it's getting late and since I'm not leaving anytime soon." She gestured to the car that was more trouble than it was worth.

"I think I'm just going to call it a night." Without waiting for a reply she opened up her car door grabbing her purse and the keys out of the car.

She shut the door quietly before turned to Sam, "Thank you for trying to help though. Very nice of you." She smiled a little, hoping she didn't seem too much like a bitch.

"My pleasure, you sure we can't take you into town or anything?" Sam asked sweetly.

"Nope! Thank you guys for everything... really. Just close the hood when you're done." She glances at Dean on her way up to her house, him still smirking at her. She was sure he was thinking she was acting like this because of him and well it was partially true but that didn't mean she wanting him thinking that. Too busy trying to keep her cool she started fumbling with her keys when she tried to unlock her door and watched as they fell to the ground.

"Great.." Her eyes darted back to the boys and she sighed before hurriedly snatching the keys from the porch.

"Maybe, we'll be seeing more of you around.. neighbor." Dean hollered at her before she managed to unlock the door and make it safely into her house. Once inside the house she leaned against the door for a moment, feeling mortified. She went up to her window and peeked through the blinds. She saw a smiling Dean shaking his head and obviously chuckling. He shut the hood to her car, said something to Sam, then turned around and went next door. She stepped back from the window and sighed. She took a seat on her couch and hoped maybe the next time she saw either of them it wouldn't be as horrifying for her.

Hope you enjoy!

Rewrote this chapter 1/7/15