Author's note: So I've had the idea of the Winchesters meeting up with a girl who was more kick ass then they. And I naturally assumed that woman would have to be a Halliwell. So this chapter is really short. I'm just kind of letting stream of consciousness win out. So please read and review. Thanks

The Winchesters pulled up behind a smoking car on a deserted highway in Northern California. It appeared as though the driver was fiddling with something under the hood, and the brothers stepped out of the car, ready to offer assistance of course.

They had heard of a series of abductions taking place, where young men and women had gone missing after abandoning seemingly fine cars on the side of the road. However, when they had impersonated federal agents to investigate the crime scene Sam had found traces of sulfur.

Dean and Sam approached slowly. It was still daylight and this road was only two miles away from where the last victim had gone missing. Neither knew what kind of monster they were looking for yet, but they hoped they weren't about to come across it now. While the Winchesters had a way of kicking ass and taking numbers, it wouldn't suit them to come across something that might have a surprise or two up their sleeves.

Approaching the driver's seat, the hood was thrown down on the classic 1967 Pontiac Firebird with a black paintjob. A tiny, five feet two inch girl with short black hair and bright blue eyes wiped her hands on a rag, hoping to remove all of the grease. She looked up and locked eyes with Dean.

"Is everything alright, gentlemen?"

"Uh, uh yeah," Dean said back to the hot girl in front of him. "We noticed that your car was smoking and we thought we'd offer some help."

Dean looked at the girl with appreciative eyes. The girl was gorgeous and didn't appear to be jailbait. She was wearing a white wife beater and tight, tiny shorts. Her hair was just past her chin, with an angle in the front, a long layer in the back and her side bangs were pinned back.

"That's really nice of you, but I think I've got it," she said offering a hand to Dean.

"Dean, my names' Dean and this is my brother Sam."

"Hi, Sam," the girl said and shook his hand as well. "I'm Penny. Penny Halliwell."

Penny heard the car door close from under the hood. She had come to the past in order to save the future, boy was that an ongoing joke in her family. Phoebe's youngest daughter was probably the most hardcore of the Halliwell women and the most qualified for this job. She was only twenty-three years old, but she had spent her life learning martial arts and practicing her magic dutifully.

Penny cast a hand over the engine and the illusion that it was steaming started to die down. Now that the Winchesters were here she didn't need it. She reached up on tippy toes to get the hood and popped it back in place.

She turned, ready to meet them. "Is everything alright, gentlemen?"

The three walked into a rundown diner for an early dinner. The place was completely retro, and in the back of her mind Penny kept wishing she had brought a camera. Unfortunately, it wouldn't have blended in well with the chunky pieces of equipment from this time, though she probably could have barrowed one from the attic where the sisters had kept aunt Prue's old stuff.

As they walked to a booth, Penny turned to Dean. "Do you think they have pie," she asked. "I could skip the nutritional crap if they had pie here."

Sam snickered at Dean's face of surprise and got a kick under the table for it.

"What," Penny asked with a straight face. The fact of the matter was that pie was the one thing in life she could justify for pure willful want. Any other treat she could pass and usually did. Penny knew how important it was to keep in shape and was proud of her figure. She was tiny, voluptuous and had the body of a goddess. But pie was her one true love.

"Sam's a little weird. You have to excuse him, his social skills are lacking," Dean said tossing a dirty look at his kid brother. "I probably dropped him one too many times on the head when we were little."

Sam straightened up. "So, what were you doing all alone on a deserted road?"

"I was on my way back from Vegas, you know I have some old friends who dance there, and my car just overheated randomly. It's weird though," she said leading them. "I could swear I smelled sulfur just moments before you guys found me."

The two men exchanged glances. "Really? I didn't smell anything there," Sam said. His back became straight in his chair and interest was forming in his eyes. "Maybe, me and Dean should look at the car and make sure it's fine."

"We know a little something about cars," Dean said and nodded his head towards the impala.

"Chevy Impala, right? That car's classic. Almost as nice as mine too."

The boys shared a glance and Dean's hand folded together on the table. "Sweety, your Firebird has nothing on my Impala."

Penny leaned in, getting up in Dean's face. "Except for the fire power."

"Is that a challenge?"

Penny leaned back and slung an arm around the back of her chair. "Do you want it to be?"