Everything

Chapter One:

A battered Camaro sat in corner of the garage. The engine snarled up croaked then died. Dean bashed the steering wheel as he took a deep breath then turned the key in the ignition again.

The engine stuttered then stopped, 'Crap!' He'd been working on the car all afternoon and it just wouldn't do what he wanted it to do.

Wiping his hands on a rag he moved towards the engine and looked in. He was sweating and his shirt clung tight to his back. He ran a hand over his wet face and sighed, 'Ok what is wrong with you?' He took a deep breath and cricked his neck.

'Yo Simon! Could you take a look at this?'

Simon moved away from the small car he was working on and nodded, 'Sure boss.' Dean smirked he still liked being called Boss he couldn't quite get over how they owned the whole building.

'Can you just see what you can see when I turn on the engine?' Simon nodded. He watched as the engine started then stuttered then stopped. He nodded as he wiped his hands down his overall.

'Ahh looks like it's a valve problem.' Dean stepped from the car, 'I could get that done now if you'd like I've just finished that car now so...'

He looked at Dean expectantly. Simon loved cars and getting stuck in to fixing them. Dean had never known anyone so eager he was always at work on time and sometimes he stayed at work longer just to finish off his work.

Dean nodded, 'Yeah thanks Si.' He patted the guy on the back and headed towards the office.

Throwing himself into the swivel chair he leant back. He was itching for a hunt he hated the oppression of the garage. It had been three weeks since their last case and he was desperate to get away. Not to get away from Tess or John but to be away from cars and the business front of it.

He stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath then slowly let it out.

The phone shrilled and he shot up grabbing the receiver, 'Winchester auto's.'

'Hey Dean.' Sam's voice crackled down the line, 'What's happened to your cell?'

Dean frowned he patted his pockets, 'What do you mean?' He pulled his phone from his jeans, 'Oh crap.' The battery was dead. 'Sorry dude what's up?'

'Well it's work.' Dean smiled. Raised his eyes to the roof and said a silent prayer.

He was so pleased Sam had called. 'Bobby called and mentioned about a possible hunt. He mentioned a hunter friend of his had gone missing. He's sending me some information about it now so if you want...'

Dean didn't let him finish, 'Ok well I'll be back home in a bit I'll get Jack and Simon to shut up the garage. Talk in a bit.' Placing the phone in the cradle he stood up and headed towards the door. 'Yo Simon!'

He heard Simon skitter across the garage towards him, 'Yes boss.'

'Well I've got to go home early so I would you and Jack mind locking up?' Simon nodded.

'Sure thing boss.'

'Oh and I think I'll probably not be in for a while work wise so do you think you guys would be ok to take care of the car's and the office?' Simon nodded, 'Tess will be in as usual so if you guys need anything then just call her.'

'Sure thing boss. We'll look after everything don't worry.' Simon smiled up at Dean and he smiled back. Simon really was a good guy and someone definitely he could rely on.

'Thanks Si.' Grabbing his jacket he headed towards the exit.