Evie was lounging out on the hood of her beautiful black '62 Impala. Everyone always thought she was weird when it came to her car. At the car shows her dad took her to that's where she'd run to first: the Impalas. Most girls cooed over the Corvettes or Camaros or Mustangs. But not Evie. As a little girl she'd run and stumble toward them first, her dad right behind her. He'd pick her up and show her the engine and the trans and what each part did. It was her favorite memory.

She was lounged on her hood in a red bikini, sun hat and sunglasses. Her black hair just hitting the edge of her shoulders. It made her look like a pinup out of the 60's. She wasn't stick thin. She was muscular. An hourglass shape that she kind of hated because it made her hips wide and her thighs big. But she rarely had time to focus on her faults. Besides, they were tended to be more of an advantage. Couldn't be stick thin in her line of work. She'd never make it out alive as a hunter.

She heard a car crunching along the gravel. Pulling up grill to grill with her car. She refused to open her eyes figuring it was just Bobby finally coming home. But when she heard the creak of 3 doors open and decided to look down her sunglasses.

She immediately saw Bobby's hat step out from the back of the '67 Impala. Knowing Bobby wouldn't travel with people who weren't hunters she watched the rest of them get out.

In front of Bobby stepped a tall, tall guy with long brown hair. She wondered if his hair was a liability. Something could easily grab him. He was handsome, muscular, but his size made him seem lanky almost, and he was probably twice her size. He was almost intimidating.

The driver got out wearing a black T-shirt. Evie's eyes were immediately drawn to him. Short, blonde hair, shorter than the passenger, but more athletic. A hunter's hunter, she thought. A warrior. He had glowing green eyes and pouty lips that were almost sinful. And she was caught by her own breath in her chest. Lust like she'd never felt. Though it didn't show. She knew not to crack under pressure.

"Evie Lancaster?" Bobby's drawl rang out.

"Guilty as charged," she said still not moving from her car. "How did you know it was me?"

"I sold your dad that car. Ya think I wouldn't recognize it?"

Evie smiled. Trying to keep her eyes off the man in black, she got up from her car and gave Bobby a hug.

"You were just 13 the last time I seen you. Its been what? 15 years?"

"Yes, sir," she said smiling into the hug that she only wanted to deepen.

She heard a noise come from beside her. One of the boys was uncomfortable not knowing who she was.

"Oh sorry boys," Bobby said finally letting go, "this is Evie Lancaster. Best damn hunter in Europe. Hell, she'd probably give you two a run for your money. Evie, the tall one is Sam Winchester and the one in black is his brother Dean."

Well, that wasn't exactly who she was expecting to find.

"The Winchesters?! Wow. Best hunters in the US. I've heard of you. Glad to finally meet you." Glad her eyes were hidden by sunglasses because she said that directly at Dean.

"So, best hunter in Europe? How come we've never heard of you?" Dean said.

Her pride slightly fell like a someone letting the air balloon. "Well I spent most of my time in Europe, Asia, the Middle East. Changed names a lot. After hearing that Lucifer was being freed from a few demons, I figured it was time to come home."

Dean raised his eyebrows at her.

"When I was 13 my dad got into some hardcore trouble and we had to leave the states. So we bounced around the Eastern hemisphere. Otherwise I'd probably be the best hunter in the US."

"Oh is that so?" Dean said with an unimpressed look. "Well we'll see about that."

She turned back to Bobby smiling, but could hear Dean whisper to Sam "Hot and snarky. I like her." And just like that the balloon swelled with air again.

"Well let's not stand in the baking sun all day. C'mon we're having beer and cheesy movie night. Boys here just got home from a hunt," Bobby said.

"So that's yours?" Evie asked Dean as Bobby and Sam walked ahead.

"Yeah, beauty ain't she?

"Yeah. One of my favorite years. She got a name?"

"Usually just call her 'Baby'. Yours isn't so bad yourself. Its your dad's? Dean asked.

"It was. He gave it to me on my 18th birthday. Name's Jessica. He had it shipped to Europe by Bobby. It was my favorite car as a kid. He died about 3 years later."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Nah. Don't worry about it. Went out fighting. Sorry to hear about John though," she said just happy to be talking to what she knew was her own walking ball of lust.

"Its ok. Went out fighting too," he said. There was a beat of silence. "So a beautiful hunter AND a gear head. Girl after my own heart."

Her heart swelled at being called beautiful. Something she hasn't heard since her dad died. But she knew about Dean's reputation and wasn't taking the bait that easily.

"Yes well I imagine it doesn't take much to capture your "heart"," she said making air quotes around heart.

He gave her a knowing sideways smile. And she knew she was at least keeping up with his snark.

When they got to the house Bobby told her she could stay in his room and he'd stay downstairs. She felt bad putting Bobby out and protested but he would have none of it.

She spent a little bit of time talking to Sam, while popping corn for the movies, finding out he was pre-law before getting sucked back into the whole hunting business. It seemed like a touchy subject for him so she didn't press it. She told him how she was born into it. She asked him what it was like, outside the life.

"Quiet. Peaceful. But knowing what I knew, it was hard to be blissfully ignorant, Sam said.

"I bet. Did you ever hunt in college?"

"No. Once I was out I stayed out till our dad went missing. What about you? College?"

"Master's in mythology. Thank God for the much more reasonable and lax school system in Europe," Evie laughed as she said.

"Wow. So you must be amazing on hunts."

"I know a lot of lore off the top of my head. But book smart doesn't always work out."

Sam nodded. "I know what you mean."

Bobby was calling for them to hurry up. So she threw the popcorn in a bowl and headed for the couch.

She flopped on the middle of the couch since both boys called the corners.

"Such gentlemen," she said.

"Hey, you snooze, you lose. Girl or no," Dean said giving her an evil grin and handing her and Sam a beer as they started a horror movie marathon. Sam and Dean argued over which movie to start with, tried to argue why the virgin was either the first to die or the only one to live. Dean and Sam played fuck, marry, kill. Evie rolled her eyes. And the the more beers they had the more vocal they got.

Three movies in and it turned into a MST3K snark-a-thon as the movies got worse. Bobby went to bed after four movies.

Evie was pretty tipsy and ended up falling asleep on Dean's shoulder. She noticed when she woke up she had her head in his lap and he was lying diagonally across the couch, head on a pillow at the top corner, feet on the table. Hand on her hair. She smiled and let herself soak up this feeling before feeling him stir awake.

"Oh. Hey." He blushed slightly

She sat up quickly, blushing too. "Guess we both had a little too much last night."

"Or you're just a lightweight," Dean said. They both gave small laughs. She watched him head upstairs. And she wanted so badly to follow him because she could hear Sam in the bathroom and figured he was gonna talk about what happened. But she resisted the urge and instead she wandered outside to her suitcase in the trunk.