Mary walked into her father's mechanic shop humming. Jed Monson looked up. "Hey, there, sweetheart, how was school?"

"It was ok." She shrugged. "We started the mock trial today." She sighed.

He looked up from the paperwork he was doing concerned. "How did you do?"

"I don't know, it's going to continue over several weeks. Everyone has a part to play."

"And you're taking the part as one of the lawyers?"

"Yeah, prosecuting attorney," She shook her head and seeing a few wisps of blonde hair had come out of her bun.

He smiled. "Want to work on some cars?"

She smiled back pushing the hair behind her ear. "I'd like that."

"We have a '69 Thunderbird out there, she's all yours."

She was in the changing room unbuttoning her white shirt and unzipping the side of her black legal skirt when the door opened. "Oh, god, I'm sorry."

She turned seeing the man standing there trying to not look. "What, you've never seen a girl in underwear before?"

There was a pause. "No, it's just—"

She chuckled. "Look, don't worry about it. Just treat me like one of the guys."

"You work here?"

"No, I'm Jed's daughter."

"And you're a mechanic?"

"Well, I started working here in high school and I have a knack for it growing up with my father and brothers being mechanics." She shrugged as she slipped out of her pantyhose. He was still trying to look anywhere else as he washed up. The flats were kicked under the bench of the small changing room next to the lockers and she pulled on a pair of old jeans.

The man glanced at her watching as they slid up her satiny smooth figure and then he really looked away as she unhooked her bra sliding it off and pulling out a white sports bra sliding it on. And then she looked up at him smirking. "Enjoy the show?"

"What? I wasn't—"

She laughed, "Really? You just missed out then." She looked him over now. He was decidedly cute with longish brown hair. A scruffy shadow on his cheeks and chin, sweat glistened on his arms and the part of his chest that was showing beneath the grubby white wife beater showing a hint of chest hair. The wife beater was tucked into a pair of faded jeans that showed off muscular thighs and she really wanted to see him from behind now, because she had a feeling it was going to be a good view.

"What?" He asked looking down at himself.

"Nothing," She said smiling a bit and went passed him out into the shop.

John Winchester was getting ready to leave for the day, but he paused by the car that Ben Monson was working on, "Your sister any good?" He asked watching her work on the Thunderbird.

Ben shrugged. "Good as any man here, I guess." Then he paused as a slow smirk came across his face. "You interested?"

"What? No!"

"Not a crime, man," The man laughed. "And we like you ok. She's single, you know?"

"Really?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Yep, she caught the last boyfriend in bed with her best friend, he tried to talk his way out of his, said he thought it was her…but when her best friend was a Hawaiian girl, how far can you get with that lame ass defense?"

"Not far." John agreed unconsciously eyeing the woman working under the hood of the car. She had tied the arms around her waist, so she was just working in her sports bra. He had to admit it wasn't a bad sight. From the clothes though he guessed she was an accomplished business woman or something. She wouldn't want a mechanic, "What's she do?"

"For a living you mean?" Ben asked and off John's nod he continued. "She's in law school, close to graduating. They're actually on their final, a mock trial. She's sat in with a few lawyers on trials though. She's good. She mostly wants to be a defense lawyer for those that can't pay for one. She mostly wants to help people. She has this uncanny knack to tell when people are lying…got me in trouble more than once growing up. But hey, man, if you're interested, best of luck."

"Who said I was interested?" John asked him.

"You did."

John shook his head and walked away. Ok, so he was and he hated that Ben could see right through him. He should have talked to Nate.