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Prologue
"Bobby what did you want to be done with the scrap parts from the Shelby Cobra," a young teenage blonde asks.
"Which one," Bobby Singer asks concentrating on his reading.
"The 1985," the girl class back.
"Oh you cans crap that one Liza, call Joey's and see if they want it," Bobby calls back.
"Got it," the teenage girls says name Liza. Liza was tall, slim built, and had long dirty-blonde hair pulled into a ponytail with dark hazel eyes.
Liza picks up the office phone, when she spots a 1967 Chevy Impala pull into the Salvage Yard. She puts the phone down before walking over to Bobby.
"What did Joey say," Bobby asks looking at her.
"Haven't called yet, saw a Chevy Impala pulling into the yard, seemed pretty comfortable, even with the no trespassing signs," Liza says.
"John is back," Bobby says, standing and walking over to the door.
"Who is John? As in John Winchester," Liza asks following him," Liza asks following him.
"How do you know about John," Bobby asks opening the door.
"Whispers at the Roadhouse, should I be getting out of here," Liza asks looking at the car.
"It might just be his boys," Bobby says as the Impala parks next to the red 1967 Pontiac Firebird.
"If whoever is driving hits my car they are dead," Liza says looking at her car.
"Don't worry, Dean's driving is very careful, the Impala is his life," Bobby says seeing the people in the car.
"What happened to John," Liza asks confused.
"It's his son Dean and Sam and I am warning you now Dean is a huge flirt with sexual comments," Bobby says.
"Oh what fun," Liza says sarcastically as they watch the two boys get out of the car.
"Is it safe for us to be here Bobby," the driver asks.
"Depends did you bring your father, Dean," Bobby calls.
"No but we need your help," Dean calls back.
"Let's talk in the house," Bobby calls returning inside the house.
Liza stands there watching the boys as they walk close to the house, before following Bobby back to the living room. It takes a few minutes before the two boys enter.
"Who's the new girl Bobby," Deans asks looking her up and down.
"Liza Scott this is Dean and Sam Winchester. Liza's my new driver and mechanic," Bobby says.
"It's nice to meet you, I'm Sam," the passenger says.
"You too, Bobby I'm going to go call Joey about the Shelby," Liza says feeling uncomfortable with Dean's looks.
"Got it," Bobby says as he watches her walk back out to the office.
"She's new," Dean comments watching her.
"And off limits," Bobby says. "I've have her for sixteen months and she is perfect, so stay away from her."
"She looks like she is too young for Dean anyway, could be more legal trouble," Sam notes.
"Dude I am not that old," Dean says.
"Dean you're six years older than her, she is only 17, but she's only here part time," Bobby says. "So explain to me your problem."
Dean listens and watches as Sam explains to Bobby what is going on. Bobby goes looking for a book as Dean goes to find Liza. He sees her in the office chatting on the phone.
"No Joey, it's the frame of the Shelby," Liza says pausing. "Yes Bobby is willing to part with it for $1,600 if you pick it up."
Deans walks into the office watching her.
"Well if I have to tow it to you, it's going to cost another $800, bringing it to $2,400. Now do you want that," she pauses spotting him. "Okay than I'll call you back when you can expect it than, and remember Bobby increases the price of delivery by the price of gas, I'll talk to you soon." She puts the phone on its receiver.
"You drive a hard bargain," Dean comments.
"He'll call back, say he'll pick it up in four days, making him pay $2,600, due to the $250 day holding charge," Liza says opening the accounting books up.
"Therefore see why Bobby is selling the frame for $1, 600," Dean says.
"Please it's only a 1985 Shelby Cobra frame that has been rebuilt so many times it's not funny," Liza says putting in the sale information.
"So the Firebird is yours," Dean asks.
"Yup, 1967 Pontiac Firebird hand built by my uncle and I," Liza says as the phone rings. "Singer's Salvage Yard and Body Shop, Liza speaking."
Dean watches as she interacts with the customer, wondering where this girl came from and how she ended up here.
"We will see you on Friday Joey, bye," Liza says hanging up the phone.
"You have done this before," Dean comments.
"What customer service or cars," Liza asks.
"Both," Dean says looking at her.
"Well my uncle owned a body shop, my mother a cafe and I work part-time as a waitress," Liza says.
"Nice, so what could you tell me about my Chevy Impala," Dean asks.
"It's a 1967, Impala Super Sport, yours is far less decorated than the other versions with a small block engine," Liza says.
"You are good, I'm Dean," he says offering his hand.
"Liza," she says shaking his hand.