Dean had won his forty bucks... then slapped his brother upside the head. After he told his brother about the bar incident, and when his younger brother's laughter died down, Dean swore he would find that hot chick again and give her a night to remember. And he went to the bar every night for a week. Even sat on the same bar stool, hoping, begging, to see her face again. No such luck. After his letdown he would down a couple beers then go home to yell at his brother. His brother would only laugh and it only made Dean angrier.

He was walking from the bar to the motel room when he saw her. She was standing by the side of the road, leaning under the hood of her car. It seemed it had broken down. Now after Dean had stared at her ass for a good five minutes he decided to go and be the owner of saids ass, hero.