Chapter 1: Thief!

"Sammy!" Dean burst through the door of their hotel room in an irritated panic. "She took my baby!"

"Whoa. Dean. Slow down." Sam looked up from his precious laptop and research to see his brother's annoyed expression before he slammed the door shut.
"That bitch!" He sat on the bed, the distress very clear on his face.

"What happened?" Sam, now fully intrigued closed the lid of his laptop and turned to look at his brother. "Start at the beginning"
Dean turned to scowl at Sam, annoyed at the calm approach that he was taking to the situation, but decided to follow his younger sibling's request nonetheless. As he went to serve himself a glass of brandy.
"Fine. We'll do this your way."

…

Dean quickly downed the glass in front of him. He blinked slowly, the elixir burning his throat. Just as he opened his mouth to order another, the young girl next to him cut him short.

"Absinthe, please." The girl was young, and Dean put her at around 18 if she'd used fake ID, and she was gorgeous. Long, flowing raven hair that ran all the way down to the small of her back, and legs that seemed to never end. A small waist, what Dean thought were Cs, and a larger than average ass for her petite figure made Dean feel as if she was fit to order for him.
"Beer please." He said as the bartender walked past them. "Hey, I'm Dean." He swiveled in his bar stool so that he was facing the young girl. "So, tell me, what does a guy around here have to do to know a pretty girl's name?"
The girl turned to face Dean and smiled slightly. "Depends."

"On what?" He smirked, glad that she had taken the bait.

"On how much of an arse you are." Her slight Yorkshire accent had an underline of humor as she brushed a strand of hair from her face.

…

"As… fascinating as this conversation is, could you please skip to the car-stealing part?" Sam interrupted his brother with a trace of impatience.

"Fine. I was merely setting the scene." Dean added a pair of air quotations to the last few words, as Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

…

The young girls smiled as Dean moved closer to her in the intimate setting of the booth. "You know, you still haven't told me your name..."
The girl chuckled and bit on her lip. "Names are overrated." Came her quick reply. She looked at Dean with her startlingly bright green eyes, and it was almost as if they had the words 'what are you waiting for' written in them.
"I couldn't agree more." Dean whispered before his lips pressed somewhat roughly onto hers. She wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, and the other trailed downward as she kissed him passionately.

…

"Whoa! When I said move it along, I didn't mean literally. I not need to hear about your sexual exploits dude." Sam said, partially annoyed at Dean managing to brag about his sex life to Sam while attempting to get help from the younger brother whose sex life was always the butt of Dean's jokes.

"It's part of the story, Sammy. Nothing's going to happen that your elephant ears can't handle." Dean sat down with a thump on the bed.
"Fine, carry on."

…

Dean felt her hand squeeze his toned ass – Demon hunting really paid off in that department – and slowly trailed forward. He attempted to hide the small smile that was forming as he thought of what a lucky streak he'd been having that week.

"Wait." The girl pulled away slightly, fixing Dean with an hypnotic gaze. "Maybe we should go somewhere a little more… private?" She suggested with a whisper that even Marilyn Monroe herself would have swooned at.

Dean nodded, realizing just how out of it her kiss had brought him. "Sounds like a plan." He smirked at the young girl.

"But before we do, give me a second. I need to… freshen up…" She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, before biting the soft lobe briefly.

"Don't take too long." Dean smirked as she slid elegantly out of the booth, not a hair out of place. "I'll be right back." She leaned over the table, giving Dean ample view down her dress, before biting her lip and grinning.

"I'll be right here darling." His voice was now at a louder volume, staring as her hips swayed seductively, almost as if moving to an invisible drum beat as she headed towards the entrance and walked out of the door.

He settled back in his seat and took a sip of the whiskey in front of him, and placed it on the table in front of himself. Then, something clicked. If she was going to freshen up, why was she going outside…? With a partial panic, he quickly felt his back pocket for his wallet, and not finding it there, he felt his jacket pocket quickly too. Shit! The keys to the impala were gone too.
With this, he ran outside, too busy to register the laughing bartender who had, evidently, realized what was going on long before Dean had.

"So long, sucker!" The girl yelled, speeding the impala across the parking lot, narrowly avoiding the leather-clad hunter as he jumped out of the way.

"You bitch!" He called after her, helplessly watching as his baby was driven off into the distance.

…

"It's not funny, Sammy!" Dean growled in an irritated tone at his brother's laughter.

"I'm sorry, Dean, but it is. I mean, a girl that you don't even know stole your car!" Sam closed his laptop, realizing that there was absolutely no hope in hell of getting any work done that evening.

"Yeah, well it's going to get a whole lot funnier when I hunt that bitch down and shake her for every penny she's worth." He stood up, kicking the bed and attempting to not show how much that singular kick had hurt.

"Well, what's her name?" Sam questioned, deciding to entertain his brother by not teasing him any further, but found himself unable to stop his guffaw of disbelief and amusement when the older Winchester's brows furrowed in concentration in the attempt to remember the girl's name. "You don't know her name, do you? Unbelievable…"
"It's not like there was much time for talking, was there?" Dean threw his hands up in defense.

"You're unbelievable, you know that, right?" Sam stood up, looking at his brother with a mixture of incredibility, disbelief and annoyance.

"Look, I don't need a lecture from you, and I especially don't need it right now. Ok? Can we please just get to Bobby's so that I can track the chip I placed in my car?" After a minute of silent glaring, Sam sighed and sat down again.

"Alright. How are we going to get there?" He questioned the older Winchester.

…

"I still don't like this…" Sam complained for only the second time of the car ride.

"Look, Sammy, I don't care, but this is the only way that we could arrive to Bobby's, and if you've got a problem with it, you know where to find the door." Dean said with a surprisingly pleasant tone and a grin on his face.

"Yeah, but did you really have to choose this car?" Sam gestured to the dashboard of the silver Porsche that Dean had managed to hot wire from a parking lot close to the motel as they took the exit for Bobby's house.

"Oh, don't be such a pussy Sammy." Dean grinned and turned to his brother briefly before rubbing the younger brother's head.