Summary: Sam and Dean meet another hunter while on an interesting hunt, who is she and how can she help the brothers. Better yet, how can she work with them on a case, without her and Dean killing each other first.

Chapter one: The Mustang

"Hurry up Dean, we have to get going!" Sam yelled from the doorway of the hotel room.

"Pushy, pushy Sammy, what's the hurry?" Dean replied from the bathroom.

"We were supposed to be out of here over an hour ago you idiot!" Sam shouted, getting even more annoyed than before.

"Fine, I'm ready, let's go princess."

"Shut up."

"Bitch,"

"Jerk," Sam said as Dean and him got into the black impala.

They drove down the highway, way over the speed limit, 'cause Dean was driving of course. All of a sudden a black mustang sped past them and left Dean with his mouth wide open. "Speeding much," said Dean as Sam just stared at him.

"Well, I'm not going that fast," Dean replied to Sam's look.

They were driving for 6 hours straight, minus the eventual stop for gas, but they finally arrived at the little town of. "Well, we'd better find a motel before we get something to eat," suggested Dean as he awoke from a nap in the passenger's seat at looked at Sam who was driving.

"Ok, how about that one," Sam replied as he gestured toward the run down motel with the flashing vacancy sign.

They drove up and got a room, then got their stuff out of the impala and walked up.

"Well, it's better than some of the other places we've stayed at," said Dean as they walked into the small, boring, dusty room with mold on the window sills. "So, did you see anywhere to eat on the way here?"

"Yah, there's a little diner just around the corner," replied Sam as he put his small bag on the bed.

After they dropped their stuff off at the room and Sam had put together his laptop and research into his bag they walked over to the diner. "I can't believe it," Dean said as he stopped dead in his tracks at the black '67 mustang parked in front of the diner. "That speeding idiot is here."

"So what Dean, just leave it, we're trying to keep a low profile, you are wanted for murder, remember."

"Yah, yah, but if I find that guy, I'm gonna have a talk with him, just a nice chat about his crazy driving."

At that, Sam just rolled his eyes as he walked past Dean into the diner.

"What?!" Dean said as he followed Sam.

They walked in and sat down at an empty booth and waited for a waitress. "Wow, now that's an ass," Dean said as he checked out a girl sitting at the counter drinking coffee and eating a sandwich of some kind.

"Dean, focus, we're working a case remember," Sam said as he took out his papers.

"Come on Sammy, relax, you need to have fun every once and a while or you're gonna become Dad."

"What can I get you boys?" asked the waitress.

"Coffee for me," replied Sam.

"Coffee and your fattiest burger," Dean ordered.

"Comin' right up," the witress replied as she walked away to put in their orders and get them the coffees.

"I'll be right back Sammy." Dean said as he got up and walked over to the girl at the counter.

"Dean!" Sam complained.

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"So, just driving through?" Dean asked the auburn haired girl, who just kept eating her sandwich.

"Well, is that a good sandwich?"

"Can I help you with something, or are those the best lines you can come up with," the girl replied sarcastically.

"Well than I guess I'll just leave you alone then." Dean said as he turned to walk away.

"Ok than, if you're going to give up that easily."

"What?"

"I didn't think you would give up that easily. Especially with the car you drive."

"How do you know what car I drive?" Dean asked confusedly.

"Just a guess," she replied. "You look like the kind of guy who would have a nice car."

"Thanks." Dean replied, still a little confused.

"Well, I guess I should leave you with your sandwich, I have some business to take care of." Dean said as he stood up and walked back to Sam.

"So, you get shot down?" Sam asked with a slight grin on his face.

"No, but that is one weird girl. She knew that I had a nice car by looking at me." Dean answered as he sat down in the booth.

"Well, that's nice, but we should really get to work now Dean. You know, before anyone else dies." Sam said impatiently.

Just then the girl at the counter paid for her meal ad left the diner. Dean watched her leave and then he watched wide eyed and mouthed as he saw her get into the black mustang and when she got in she looked up at him and smiled then gave a little wave as she drove off into town.

"I can't believe it, guess my ass, she's the one who passed us, the bitch!" Dean said angrily with clenched teeth.