"Deep inside of a parallel universe..." The volume was up loud enough to discourage even the thought of a conversation, so loud the sound seemed to bounce off the windows. Dean took advantage of the fact that there was no speed limit, tapping his fingers in time to the music on the wheel. Suddenly, he spotted a blond woman strolling down the side of the road, no car in site. He turned down the volume.
"Cute damsel in distress at twelve o'clock." He commented, pulling over.
She glanced over her shoulder at him and grinned, jogging over. Sam glanced up. "Sure she's not a spirit?"
"If she is we find her bones and salt and burn. If she's just a good-looking hitchhiker, I take her out to dinner. I see only good in this equation."
"Whatever, Dean." Sam sighed.
Dean frowned for a moment, thinking of how two years ago they would have argued this out. "Whatever." He muttered.
He stepped out of the car and shoved a grin onto his face, positive it came out crooked. She smiled back. "First off, please tell me the heating works in your car, I can't feel my feet, and second thank you so much for stopping. The last car that went past threw a beer can at my head."
He raised his eyebrows. "What can I say, I'm a sucker for damsels in distress. And don't question the car, it's my baby."
She snickered. "That must have been a painful trip to the doctor. I bet you were in labor for a week."
The eyebrows dropped and the painful smile fell off his face. "Just get in the car."
She saluted him. "Sir yes sir!"
She tossed her bag in the back seat and crawled in after. "Just realized something, what are your names?"
Sam had secretly been wondering what they had been saying, and quickly replied before Dean could. "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean."
The slight rustling that came from the seat behind him while she got settled stopped suddenly. "Sam...Sam Winchester. Hot damn, the years have not been good to you."
He turned around to face her for the first time and got a good look at her face, seemingly frozen into shock with a smirk. His lips parted to form the word sunshine, and the next second he had dived backwards and grabbed a hold of her shoulders, pulling her across the car. Dean slammed on the brakes.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Didn't anybody teach either of you the importance of seat belts?"
Sam was still holding her close, kneeling on his seat facing the back. His face was buried in her hair, his hands roaming her body as if checking for injuries. He didn't move, didn't even opened his eyes as he replied in a voice more delighted than anything Dean had heard since he make the deal. "Dean, this is B. She was my best friend at Stanford. She's psychic too."