Disclaimer: I do not, sadly, own anything to do with Supernatural. Although I might one day. (Watch out Misha Collins.) Please don't sue me – I will be very sad. Also, I am broke.

CHAPTER ONE: I HATE WHEN IT RAINS ON LOVELY DAYS LIKE TODAY

Dean's POV

I had one hand firmly on the wheel of Baby, my beautiful beloved Impala, and the other hand was lazily hanging out the window in the late November air. No cases. No hurry. No hassle. No stress. Life was…awesome. I mean, I freaking loved my job. But vacations! Now, we don't get vacations often, if EVER, so let's just say my brother and I are enjoying it while we actually could.

"What's the plan for dinner?" Sam asked, glancing at me over his laptop screen. "That burrito we ate in the last town tasted like Satan's asshole."
I looked at Sam. He was screwing his nose up at me. I tried not to laugh at him because he was right. Wherever the freaking hell we were, they did not make decent food.
"I don't know, why don't you google it?" I asked, waving a hand at him. Sam had recently come into possession of a brand new shiny 'smart phone.' And by come into possession of one, I mean I stole it from a second hand store after hours. Call me a badass.
"I mean, it is apparently smarter than me. Hell, why don't you let the thing drive Sammy? I'll pull over right now if you want?"
Sam chuckled at me. Hours earlier his new girlfriend had apparently out smarted me on a trivia app. Just for the record, I have no need for knowledge that doesn't help me with hunting. How. The. Hell. Would. I. Know. Anything. About. Quantum. Physics?

"There's no need to be jealous Dean. It's an incredible piece of software. Maybe someday you can have one for yourself?" Sam smirked at me. I was about ready to put my foot on the brake and hope him and his smug look went through the windscreen.
"Bitch," I muttered under my breath. I went back to staring out the window. The countryside flashed past me in blurs of green, yellow and blue. I had no idea where we were currently – although it wasn't a bad thing. We'll find out at the next town. No big deal. And like I said – no stress.
"Dean! Look!" Sam pointed 500 meters or so ahead. There was some hot chick standing by her black Mustang fastback, bonnet up. Smoke poured gently over the frame of the bonnet and into the afternoon breeze.
"Lucky day, huh?" I asked my brother, winking at him as I slowed the car down and indicated off the road. Sam followed me as I got out and walked around to where the girl was standing. I eyed her up and down, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets. Big boobs. Long brown hair. Ripped black skinny jeans. Black boots. Black leather jacket. Nose ring. And a black Mustang! Clearly Sam and I had discovered another member of The Ramones. Although to be honest she didn't look old enough to even know who they were.

"Hey there!" I called, nodding to the car. "Need some help."
The girl looked up at me with big brown puppy dog eyes. Mega babe!
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry to be a hassle, my stupid car is broken, I have no idea…." She trailed off, waving her hands helpless over the engine block. Sam threw me a warning look. Relax Sammy. Not like I'm going to sleep with her straight away. I'm a gentleman!
"Well, my brother here is quite good with cars," Sam said, pointing in my direction. "His name is Dean. I'm Sam. We'll be able to help you and get you back on the road in no time at all." Sam gave the girl one of his famous gooey smiles and turned around to get gear out of the car. I approached the girl and crossed my arms.

"Seems like no problem," I told her. I grinned at her, and lent over the bonnet, inspecting the engine carefully. Thankfully the smoke had started to clear now and I could actually see what I was doing.
I heard her sigh. "Thank you so much for this, you're awesome," she said. I chewed my lip, grinning to myself. This was too easy – ask for her number and bam! Pretty much already at her house.
"So what's a pretty girl like you doing all the way out here anyway?" I asked, checking the temperature of the radiator cap carefully.
"I don't know. You tell me," the girl snarled. I felt the cold barrel of a handgun being pushed into the side of my temple.