2 (after meeting Castiel and coming back from Hell)
The next time he saw the huntress was on a case that Bobby called them in for. Some local kids were going missing and apparently Bobby thought this was right up her alley.
"Why do we need help Bobby? We've killed pretty much everything on the planet. Even demons and angels." Dean grumped as he scarfed down a sandwich.
"And this hunter spends all of her time tracking the cases with kids. If theres a kid involved she can tell you about the monster involved." Bobby told him in his gruff voice.
"Her? Its a her?" Dean asked.
"Yes it is. Its not just a boys club any more Dean."
"When will she get here? We can't put it off much longer Bobby, another kid will go missing tomorrow night."
"Should be here any minute now, I called her in from the next state over but she was going to drive all night."
"Probably in some shitty little Prius." Dean snarked.
"Whats wrong with a Prius?" Sam asked him defensively.
"Its grass fed." Dean gave him a stupid grin with his mouth stuffed.
"So is that beef you're eating." Sam replied.
"Are you boys going to spend all afternoon pecking at each other? Cause I got things I can be doing." Bobby asked looking between the two of them. It was always like this after they had been together in the car so long, they gripped and grumped at each other until they got some time apart.
Before they could answer the sounds of a deep idling engine came through the window.
"That don't sound like no Prius." Dean said getting up and going to the window. Sam joined him and they both watched as a deep cherry red '67 Impala pulled in next to Baby. Dean felt his heart thunder. There was only one Baby but this cherry number was tempting as hell. He almost felt like he was cheating on his car just thinking it.
"You think she'll get jealous?" Sam asked his brother jokingly until he saw who stepped out of the drivers seat. The long black hair was pulled back in a braid that fell over the shoulder of the black leather jacket. Skinny blue jeans were tucked into knee high black boots and dark shades perched on the cute little nose.
"Bobby?" the woman called and her voice was just as good as Dean remembered it from back in that dark alley, honey with a little bit of southern twang to make it interesting.
"Hey girl, come on in and meet the boys." Bobby called opening the door and returned the quick hug he was pulled in to.
"Dean, Sam, this is Cassidy Kidd." Bobby introduced the girl. Sam reached out to shake her hand but Dean was struggling to swallow the last of the sandwich he was eating.
"You can call me Cas, no one calls me Cassidy except Grampa Singer here." she said smiling to Sam.
"Cassidy Kidd huh? Parents must have been pretty big Butch and Sundance fans." Dean said grinning at her stupidly. Sam gave her an apologetic grin but Bobby was shooting him daggers.
"I, uh, wouldn't know. I lost my Mom when I was young and I never knew my father." she said pulling off her shades. The deep blue of her eyes bore into Dean and he was reminded of the damned angel who had hauled him from Hell.
"Oh Christ, sorry." Dean apologized feeling like a huge ass.
"Don't worry about it, it was a long time ago." she shrugged. "So whats this case about Bobby? You hauled me away from my first break in months."
"Well why didn't you tell me Cas? I would have let ya be." Bobby sighed.
"It's been three whole days Bobby, I was getting antsy." she shrugged out of her jacket and laid it across the back of a chair. She grabbed a sandwich from the pile on the table and proceeded to pull out the tomato and lettuce with a slight look of disgust on her face. If the pale skin of her shoulders in a tank top didn't distract Dean enough, the fact that she seemed to be getting rid of the veg to eat just the burger was hot as hell.
"I've got it all in the study, come in after you've eaten." Bobby said disappearing. Sam and Dean debating following but when Cas sat down they joined her.
"Nice car you've got." Sam said trying to start some conversation.
"I know she's not the most economical choice but she got lots of space in the trunk and a big back seat." Cas said between bites.
"How long you had her?" Dean asked getting into the conversation. He couldn't get the image of Cas in that tight black dress out of his head no matter how much he wanted to concentrate on the conversation. Maybe it was time he go out and find some girl at a bar, it had been a while.
"Since I was 18. Bought her with my first legitimate paying job and fixed her up myself. You should have seen her when I bought her, not one panel was rust free." Cas shook her head smiling fondly.
"You restored her?" Dean asked much more intrigued. Pretty girls were nice, pretty hunters were nicer but pretty hunters who could sling around tools were a rare gift indeed.
"I stayed working long enough to pay for it. That way no one could ever take her away from me. Me and Cherry got a long history, she's like family." she nodded.
"You ah, you named your car?" Sam asked her looking between her and Dean.
"I sure did, like I said, she's like family." Cas said and brushed her hands free of crumbs.
"And family is everything." Dean said half under his breath.
"So why do you concentrate on kids? There are plenty of monsters out there, why waste energy on only certain cases?" Dean asked Cassidy as they waited outside an office building waiting for Sam.
"Its personal." Cas said looking at Dean quickly. She liked the gruff older Winchester, he had a black and white view of the world unlike Sam who was more of an understanding soul. Dean was the kind of hunter to just kill what needed to be killed and she knew from experience that most monsters weren't worth saving.
"Sorry." Dean said an apology and she shrugged.
"Maybe some night we'll get hammered and I'll tell ya." she grinned at him to know she wasn't mad to be asked.
"Sounds good to me." Dean smiled at her. When he smiled his eyes lit up and Cassidy felt herself having to force her eyes away from him. Those green eyes and the light dusting of freckles were going to spell all kinds of trouble for Cassidy, she could just feel it. Normally hunters didn't do it for her, just not worth the trouble to dive into bed with psychopaths like most of them were. But Dean was different. There was still a life to him, something light and teasing that hid a tremendous amount of pain.
"So where do you call home Cas?" Dean asked her as he squinted at the building expecting his brother to come out any minute.
"Cherry." she shrugged. "Never really had a place I could plant my feet for more then a night or two so she's home."
"I hear ya." Dean said running his hand lovingly along Baby's bonnet.
"As long as I got her and my music then I don't need no white picket fence to keep me grounded. Besides, four walls and all that only make you realize who you don't have to share it with." she smiled at him. Dean nodded his agreement. He had Sam, and Bobby when they really needed him, Cas was flitting
here and there and he had a handful of friends that he could get drunk with, but he didn't have anyone to share himself with. He could only imagine how lonely Cassidy must be to be out by herself.
Sam interrupted their conversation with a "hey, get this" and they were back on the case.
"We're taking Cherry." Cas said putting her hands on her hips and daring Dean to argue.
"Oh no sweetheart, we take Baby or we don't go." Dean argued. They were prepping gear for their hunt when the subject of what car to take came up.
"Then don't go, I'll see you when its over." she said.
"Oh come on Cas, its not like you'll never see her again. Bobby will look after her while we're gone." Sam pleaded. He knew how Dean felt about leaving the Impala behind and he wasn't prepared to deal with his whining and pouting for the rest of the trip.
"Its not that, everyone knows your car." Cas said relaxing her stance some.
"What? No they don't." Dean argued.
"Bobby, help me out here." Cas sighed.
"No way, I ain't getting in the middle of this." Bobby retreated to his study.
"I can prove it. Pick a state and I'll call a hunter in it." she said pulling out her phone and looking at the boys expectantly.
"Iowa." Dean challenged her.
"Kevin." she replied and flipped through her phone for a number. Hitting the speaker she waited for a man to answer.
"What?" came the gruff reply across the line.
"Hello to you too darling, catch ya at a bad time?" Cas drawled. Dean noticed that she used that accent like a weapon, using it to lull people into a sense of comfort.
"I'm just tracking a vamp Cas, what do you need?"
"What kind of vehicle do the Winchesters drive Kev?" Cassidy asked and looked at the boys.
"Black Chevy Impala, changes plates though. Why? You spot them?"
"I thought I might have but no, wrong car. Thanks Kevin, good luck with your hunt." Cas hung up and raised an eyebrow at the boys.
"That's just one hunter." Dean argued.
"Pick another state then." she challenged him.
"No, enough. Come on Dean, its just one time. I'm sure the Impala will be fine here." Sam sighed.
"Its not like your car is totally incognito either Cas, its the same damn car except for the screaming red paint job." Dean countered ignoring Sam.
"Fine, pick another state." she smirked at him.
"New Mexico." Dean spat out.
"Rosa, she's not a hunter but she's the local Bobby down there." she dialled another number and put it on speaker. This time it was picked up after just two rings by a woman with a whiskey toned voice.
"Hey Rosa, can you tell me some info, I'm in the middle of a hunt and need the answers quick darling." Cas said in that honey voice again.
"Sure thing Cassidy, ask and I'll answer."
"What kind of car do the Winchesters drive?" she asked again.
"67 Chevy Impala, black I believe." came the reply instantly.
"And what kind of car do I drive?" Cas asked her.
"Uh…something red why? Did you loose your car to the Winchesters?" Rosa asked concerned.
"No, no, nothing like that. Thanks for the help Rosa, talk soon." Cas hung up and smirked at Dean. Sam was grinning largely over his shoulder.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean said unhappily.
