After slipping his shoes back on, Sam headed out the door, towards the office. Who the hell was this woman that landed on their doorstep? How did she know they were there? How did she know Dean, but he didn't know her? And, most importantly, why was he so taken with her? He didn't know her, but Dean barely even looked at him once she was in the room.

Wrapped up in his thoughts, he almost ran right into the glass door leading to the office. He paused outside the door for a moment, pulling his cover story together to tell…what was her name again?

"Hey Sam! You came!" The young blonde, whose name he couldn't remember, jumped up from her chair and was grinning from ear to ear at the sight of him entering the office.

"Yeah, hey…uh…." He was still searching for her name. It started with a K, he knew it.

"Karen," she volunteered.

"Right, Karen…" He smiled shyly at her like he did right before he launched into a routine where the recipient needed to be fully fooled into his sincerity and looked at his shoes.

"Karen Hunter," she piped up.

"Huh?" Sam was concentrating on what he was going to say and didn't expect the interruption.

"My last name. It's Hunter." She leaned forward on the desk between them and gave him an all access pass to look at her cleavage.

I will not be distracted. I will not be distracted.

"So, Karen Hunter…this is going to sound like a weird favor." He continued to smile and rubbed the back of his neck. "My brother…um…an old friend of his is having some boyfriend trouble tonight and she…well, she left her house kinda suddenly and took a taxi up here to stay with us when she heard we were in town. She only took what she had on, which pretty much is some pajama shorts and a really thin shirt." Karen was nodding as he spoke. Okay, she's buying it. "So, I was wondering if maybe you had a few things she could borrow or we could buy from you, so she doesn't have to run around the next couple of days in her PJ's. You do live here at the hotel, right?"

He moved in closer to the counter and placed his hand next to her, just so one of his fingers barely touched her elbow. She had to look almost directly up at him to see him now.

"Yeah, I do and that's no problem at all. What size is she?" She was blushing a bit when she bent down and picked up her purse.

Damn, he hadn't thought of that. "She's about your size, but way taller. Like probably about 5'10"."

"Ohhh, that might be a problem. I'm so short, nothing I have is really gonna fit her right. But we can check it out." Karen pulled out a ring of keys from her purse and jingled them. "Follow me!"

She walked around the counter and went out the glass door that Sam had almost run into. She locked the office door behind them and smiled over her shoulder to make sure he was following. "Mine's right here." She used her key to unlock the second door from the office and let them both in.

"So, you get your own place, huh?" He looked around at the room accommodations, which weren't too bad. It was a bit bigger than their room and had a larger TV, with a couch and kitchenette. There was brighter paint on the walls and she had obviously upgraded from the hotel issue comforter and curtains.

"What, you don't think I'm a little too old to be rooming with my dad?" She winked at him, but waited for an answer.

"Um…I guess so." Couldn't she just give him the clothes so he could get back down to check on Dean?

"I'm eighteen Sam. Old enough." She didn't say exactly what she was old enough for, but Sam had a notion that she wasn't talking about her maturity level to maintain her own residence.

"Gotcha. No, you definitely deserve your own place."

She seemed pleased with that response and headed towards the back of the room to her dresser.

Sam hung back politely, but she waved him towards her.

"So, I was thinking about what I'd have that would fit someone six inches taller than me and I figure I can't give you pants, but some skirts would work. I have a couple that stop just above my knee, and they'd be way shorter on her, but they would work." She opened one of the drawers and pulled out two skirts, a black one and a denim one. She then moved to the laundry basket next to the dresser and put it up on the bed.

"I just did laundry, so I haven't had a chance to hang these up." She pulled out two knit shirts, a dark blue one and a black one. "These should go well with the skirts. I don't know what to do about shoes though. That would be a pretty lucky match. At 5'10" she probably doesn't wear a size seven shoe."

"No, no…I think we can take care of the shoes. You're awesome to do this for her."

She handed Sam the items and put the laundry basket on the floor. He noticed that she bent at the waist and not at the knees and figured she must have done it on purpose. Even in this cool weather she was wearing some sweat shorts which rose to almost show her ass.

He walked towards the door and then turned holding up a pair of blue thong underwear. He cleared his throat, "Um…I don't think I'll be needing these."

She snatched them out of his hand and blushed.

Sam smiled in return. "It's okay, Karen, we all wear underwear…except I don't think mine are that small." He squinted his nose and gave her a chuckle before she came up beside him and punched him playfully in the arm.

"Don't give me a hard time or I'll repossess my clothes."

They stood awkwardly near the doorway for a moment waiting for the other to say something.

Karen finally did. "Look Sam, I'm not sure what you have going on down there, but…you can come see me anytime you want. If I'm not in the office, I'll probably be in my room. Just knock."

"What about your Dad?" He thumbed towards the room next door.

"Dad's drunk half the time, so he doesn't know what's going on. Just tell himI said you could borrow the hotel vacuum or something. He'll believe it." There was bit of sorrow in her voice when she talked about him and Sam's heart went out to her. He knew what it was like to have a dad that drank too much.

"Okay, well I'll see ya. Oh, and we might be staying an extra day. I'll let you know tomorrow."

"If you don't see me later…." she added hopefully.

"Right, if I don't see you later." Sam winked at her and headed out the door towards Dean and the naked mystery woman.

Dean stared down at the woman lying in his bed totally enthralled with her beauty. He found himself hoping that this was not some drunk one night stand coming back to haunt him, but that would be absurd. No one knew they were going to be here.

He pulled the comforter back to look her over (clinically, he thought), checking for scars or tattoos, anything that would give away who she might be. But there was nothing, just fair porcelain; no freckles, no moles, only perfection.

His thumb ran over her plump bottom lip, wondering how they could be so naturally red and his fingers trailed on her cheekbones.

"Dean!" Sam burst through the door.

Dean jumped off the bed hastily, startled by Sam's sudden entrance, feeling like he was a kid who had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Or molesting an unconscious naked woman in his bed.

"Christ Sam. Indoor voice. Use it." His eyes shot back down to the bed to see if she had been disturbed, but she still appeared to be sleeping.

"Shit, you're here." Sam threw the clothes on the floor inside the room and walked back out the door. Dean just stared. What the hell was Sam's problem?

He came back in. "Dean…the…Impala," he seemed at total loss for words. Sam gestured out the door to the parking lot.

"Spit it out, Rain Man." Dean started walking towards the door.

"It's gone…I don't even know now if it was here when I left, I was so into my own thoughts." Sam huffed and turned to go back out the door.

Dean froze. "What? WHAT? No, no, NO! Not my baby…." Oh, there was going to be hell to pay now. Someone was going to die. If that Bella...(breathe)…he should have… (breathe)…killed…(breathe)… her when he…(breathe, damn it)…had the…(oh, shit)…

Sam came back to the doorway as Dean collapsed on the floor. "Oh Christ, not again. Dean! Jesus, Dean…breathe."

He felt Sam rubbing his back, encouraging him to breathe, but the walls were closing in around him and darkness was edging in. Ghosts he could handle. Zombies he could handle. Somebody putting their hands on his baby….Oh, he was going to fucking kill them.

"Dean?" a female voice whispered.

They froze and Dean's breath came back to him suddenly. They both looked up from the floor and into a pair of the most beautiful ice blue eyes that Dean has ever seen. The woman was awake and sitting up in bed, the comforter gathered around her waist.

"Which one of you is Dean?" she asked pulling the comforter back from her body and standing. Her long hair hung over her shoulders and covered her breasts, but her….

Dean cleared his throat. "I'm Dean." He stood up and stared at her in wonder. "Who are you?"

She didn't speak. She walked towards Dean and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his neck. She smelled familiar to Dean, something that made him feel at home, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He let his hands trail down her smooth back to her hips.

Sam just stared in utter disbelief.

She was breathing into his neck and he suddenly realized that maybe he should be a little embarrassed about the situation that was…er…arising from this change of events. He gently held her hips and backed her off a few inches so he could look into her face.

"Who are you?" he repeated.

"I'm your baby." she said matter-of-factly. "Don't you recognize me?" Her eyelashes fluttered and she looked over Dean's shoulder to Sam. "Don't either of you recognize me?"

It happened in slow motion for Dean. His vision narrowed until he only saw her face and his mind muffled all the noises around him as if he was lying in the bathtub and his ears were covered by water.

Don't either of you recognize me? The familiar smell. The shiny jet black hair. Which one of you is Dean? She had appeared and the Impala was gone. I'm your baby.

He stared down into her eyes and it started to come to him. Slowly realization dawned on him. He recognized the smell. Dean's jaw dropped open, then closed. He started to speak again, but didn't want to verbalize the crazy thoughts that had entered his mind. She smelled like his car, like his…baby.

Dean lifted his palm to stroke the side of her smooth, porcelain face. "I know you," he choked out in a whisper.

The beginnings of a smile edged on her lips and she lifted up on the balls of her feet and brought her lips gently to Dean's.

"Somebody needs to tell me what the hell is going on here!"

Dean's world broadened again and he pulled back from the kiss to face Sam. "I know who she is."

"Well, that's one of us," Sam said flatly.

Dean could tell he was pissed off, although he wasn't sure why that anger was aimed at him. Glancing from one to the other, his eyes landed on her…or rather on her naked figure. "Oh God," Dean said as he dashed over to his bed, shoved the comforter aside, and pulled off the flat sheet. He threw it around her shoulders. "You cannot walk around naked."

Sam grabbed Dean roughly by the arm and spun him around. "Dude, you need to take a breath and tell me who she is!"

"Sam, she's the Impala. My Impala." Dean broke into the biggest shit eating grin. "I so told you she'd be hot!" He slapped Sam on the shoulder and spun to pull her into a huge bear hug. "You are aren't you? I don't know how it's possible, but you are my car!"

She smiled innocently, sheet held gently low around her chest. "Yes. I'm not sure how I'm here, but I just woke up outside in the parking lot. It took me a few minutes to stand up, I was so weak, and I heard your voice from the outside." She motioned at Dean with her index finger. "I knew you were handsome, but I had no idea that you were so beautiful."

Sam held his hands in front of him in denial. "Okay, hold on. You're saying, you're the Impala, our car. And that's why it's gone. And now you're here and not a car and what, you just turned into a woman and decided to stop by and say hi?" Sam started laughing. "You have got to be fuckin' kidding me."

Her expression turned sour and for the first time, her porcelain features darkened with dislike as she regarded Sam. "I wouldn't expect you to understand, Sam. And it's not our car, it's his car. I have never been and I will never beyours." She moved to stand behind Dean and crushed her face into his back, dropping the sheet in the process.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Get this under control. I'll be waiting outside." He grabbed his beer off the table and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Dean turned to her and noticed that she was, once again, naked. "Okay, first rule," he picked up the sheet and wrapped it around her shoulders, "you cannot walk around naked."

"Why?" She started to nuzzle into his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding her body firmly against his. The sheet dropped again.

"Oookay. You can't do that either." Dean held her at arms length with one hand and picked up the sheet with the other. "I need you to sit down here and take this." He sat her down on the bed, wrapped the sheet around her shoulders, and handed her the remote. "I need to go outside and talk with Sam."

"He doesn't like me very much, does he?" she asked.

"He doesn't have the same appreciation for classic cars, or women, that I do." Dean turned on the television across the room. "I'll be right back, just use these two buttons and you can switch the channel on the TV."

"Okay," she said and turned her attention the television.

Dean slowly backed out of the room, still awed by her beauty. There was no doubt in his mind that she really was his baby.

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