On an empty country lane, in the middle of Nebraska, a classic looking black car was speeding along with it's windows rolled down and music blarring from its speakers. In the drivers seat sat a young woman singing along and headbanging softly as she drove, one arm hanging out of the window tapping along to the music and her hair, a firery red, blowing wildly over the driver's headrest into the back thanks to the speed she was driving. The warm mid-day heat slowly easing off as the sun slowly set over the horrizon. As the car pulled up the the roadside motel the music got turned down before being shut off with the engine. Getting out of the car, the young woman walks into little reception, pays for a room and heads up expecting to get a few hours sleep in before she had to be up and moving again.

That same afternoon.

Sam and Dean were currently on their way back to bobby's place after the whole case involving calls from the 'dead'. They were tired and Dean knew his time was coming up and he was scared, now all he wanted right then was a few beers. Pulling into the next motel he saw, he parked and smacked Sam's chest waking him from his nap.

''Rise an' shine sleepin' beauty, we're here''

''Ugh dean, I cannot wait to get back to bobby's can we not just keep driving? It's only a few more hours away. Im fed up with shitty motels and shitty beds with shitty sleep.''

''Shut it sammy, am tired an' need a god damn drink so man up an' come on''

As both exit the impala and turn to the reception, Dean cannot help but let out a low whistle as he spots the other car in the parking lot.

''Check out that Beauty, not as nice a Baby, but damn thats a nice car''

Slowly appraising the car as he walk around it, Dean could not help but admire the car, it was not often he saw other cars that were almost as nice as his Baby. Sam couldn't help but let out a chuckle as his brothers behaviour.

''You stay and ... ogle the car, I'm gonna go get us a room.'' And with that he turned and continued to the reception, moving out of the way of a young woman who exited as he was entering. Sam couldn't help but follow the woman with his eyes, quickly taking in as much detail as he could, trying to assess everything to keep him and his brother safe. Then he proceeded to the old looking guy behind the reception who also seemed to be staring after the young woman that had just left. ''Great, he's a perv.'' And he then continued to get a room for him and Dean.

Meanwhile Dean was still admiring the car in the lot, not noticing that he had attracted the attention of the cars owner.

''She's quite the looker ain't she?'' A slow southern drawn voice asked from behind him.

Dean couldn't help but spin round with his hand quickly going for the pistle in the pack of his pants. There stood a woman, with bright red hair and deep green eyes. He quickly plastered a smirk on his face.

''That she is, I take it she's yours? ''

''Damn straight, built her up myself as well, from the frame up all by hand.''

Dean couldn't help but stare in shock at the woman, untill he schooled his face back into his usual casuall smirk. The woman on the other hand just folded her arms and raised an eyebrow at his reaction.

''Yup, She's rear wheel drive, mannual 3-speed gearbox, 0 to 60 in less than 7 seconds and gets a max speed of 117 miles per hour''

Dean could not help but take the woman in. Wild red hair that seamed untamable, he couldn't help the image of wrapping his hand in it and seeing how the colour looked against his skin, Large dark green eyes that reminded him of forests but held a darkness to them, Soft pink, pouty lips that looked completly kissable, and a well rounded figure, with curves in all the right places. He took in her tight fitted AC/DC crop top which had a moderate V neck that revealed just the right amount of cleavage, Her well toned stomache and rounded hips, with skin tight dark skinny jeans that hugged her curvasious behind, topped with a hip holstered gun holder and leather boots. God damn, a fine woman like that, that knows about cars? She can't be real...

''Say you can cook, and I'll ask you to marry me'' He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at his own joke, hoping to get a reaction out of the woman in front of him, suspicion playing a part, sexual want playing another.

''I don't know about cooking sugar, but I can make a mean apple pie.'' Came the woman's reply as she walked over to the side of her car and leaned up against the drivers door.

Noone can be this perfect can they? This has to be a trick.

Dean approached the woman with causion and held his hand out.

''I'm Dean, I must say it is a plessure to meet a fine looking woman such as yourself that knows about good cars.''

This makes the woman laught lightly at him as she takes his hand smiling a beautifully full smile.

''Angela, and the pleasure is all mine. It's nice not to be mocked for my car''

Dean qwirked an eyebrow at that statement

''Men, they tend to scoff and say I'm lieing or go on about how a girl should be in the kitchen cooking not owning a car like this.''

''Man, that sounds stupid, there is nothin' sexier than a woman who knows cars, but damn your's is almost as nice as my Baby''

''Take it that that's her over there? I must say she's a sweet ride but, mines better.''

Dean couldn't help but gasp and play along with her, she was literally perfection.

''Blasphamous, you take that back''

''Na ah sugar, aint nothin' better than than my ol' girl''

Just as dean was laying on the charm he was interupted by a cough

''Erm Dean, Room key.'' came Sam's voice from behind him.

''God damn it Sammy.''

The woman couldn't help but laugh at Dean's reaction to who appreared to be traveling with him. Leaving them to it, she proceeded to open the drivers door, lean over the center console and grabbing her bag from the passanger seat, making sure it was zipped up, not to show it's contents to the men behind her. She could feel eyes on her arse as she pulled back out of the car and shut the door.

''Maybe next time you're alone 'ey handsome.''

And with that she sauntered away to her room, swaying her hips almost sensually as she went, she just loved it when she got a good looking guy's attention.

Sam could not help but laught at the fact he had just cock blocked his brother.

''You just had to interupt us didn't you, damn Sammy. She, She, She... Ugh.''

Dean tried to be angry at Sam, but he found his attention suddenly drawn back to Angela, More accuratly her backside as she bent over into her car. God damn, just look at that arse, his thoughts drifted so much he missed what she said completly as he watched her walk away. It was Sam's laughter that brought him out of his trance and thoughts.

''Dean, what the hell man? Come on, You're the one that wanted to stop for the night some lets get going.''

''Hey Sam, Just keep an eye out man, she was perfect but just a bit too 'perfect' if you know what I mean, yeah?''

Sam quickly looked back at his brother,

''What? Like supernatural kind of eye out? Or suspicious person?''

''I don't know, just keep an eye open yeah? Now come on I need a drink.''

'' And a cold shower from the looks of it'' Came Sam's reply as he laughed and walked towards their room. Dean's eyebrow raised and then he glanced down. The prominent bulge infront of his trousers glaringly obvious.

''Oh Come ON!'' Dean couldn't help but let out his frustrations, swipped a hand through his hair then went and followed Sam to the room.