DISCLAIMER: Trust me, if I owned the Winchesters you'd never hear from me again. I'd just be way too busy. *Wink wink*

A/N: I posted this chapter a few hours early just because I got off my ass and got it ready sooner. I know everyone was just dying to know who won the race anyway. lol. So I don't think the earliness'll bother anyone, if it does, sorry. Once again much love and thanks to SciFiRN on this chapter, couldn'ta done it without you.

Alright, here we go...

Sam and Dean got to Bobby's about 3 minutes after Stephanie.

As they pulled up, Stephanie was coming out of the house with two beer bottles in one hand and one in her other. She could hear Sam bitching at Dean, she just couldn't figure out what it was about yet.

The passanger door to the Impalla slammed as the disgruntled mess that was Sam got out of the car. "What the hell, Dean?!"

Dean looked at Sam like he had seriously lost his mind this time. "What?"

Stephanie laughed as Sam waved his arms wildly in the air, practically yelling at his brother. "Fuckin' drivin' like a jackass, slammin' me around while I'm tryin' to sleep!"

Stephanie decided she should step in, considering this was her fault. She challenged him to the damn race in the first place. Walking off the porch and over to the bickering brothers she began to speak. "Oh, that's my-"

She was interrupted by Dean. "Look Sam, if you got a problem with my drivin'-"

Stephanie couldn't handle anymore, she screamed. "Enough!!"

Both of the men's head's snapped toward her.

"Jesus Christ! You two are worse than an old married couple. Ugh!" She shook her head looking from brother to brother in exasperation before continuing. "Look Sam, It's my fault he was drivin' that way. I challenged him to a race."

Dean decided to chime in. "Yeah, so I was just tryin' to prove a point."

Stephanie took turned her attention from Sam to Dean. "Which you have yet to prove, by the way."

Dean rolled his eyes in embarrassment as Sam laughed.

"No, wait. She beat you?!" Sam busted out in uncontrollable laughter, while Dean just slouched against the hood of the Impala and sulked for a moment.

Sam made to walk past Stephanie, eyed one of the bottles in her hand and still laughing a bit, he looked at her and raised his eyebrows asking another one of his silent questions.

Stephanie scoffed at his sudden inability to use words. "Yeah, sure." She handed him a bottle.

He accepted it before walking up the porch and into the house, no doubt going to sift through some of Bobby's books.

Stephanie leaned against the hood of the Impala next to Dean. She held a bottle of beer out to him. "Victory beer? Oh wait, that's the wrong word."

She smiled as Dean took the bottle from her hand, twisting off the top. "Ha-ha."

Dean nodded his head to Stephanie's car a few feet away. "What do you got in that thing anyway?"

Stephanie glanced to her car and then back to Dean as she removed the cap from her beer. She took a long drink and then pulled the rim from her lips allowing a small drip to run down the neck of the bottle. Her eyes on Dean she smiled and then caught the drip with her tongue, dragging it up the side of the bottle. She licked her lips, "Don't want to waste any of it. This is the last of Bobby's beer."

"Uh…" Dean cleared his throat taking a pull of his own beer a quick sip to wet his suddenly dry mouth. "Yeah…so your car?" He waited for her to answer.

She smiled knowingly. "Nuthin' really. I mean it's a 4-cylinder, you know 4-on-the-floor and all but...that's it."

Dean scoffed and took another pull of his beer. "So I'm supposed to believe you're just that good a driver?"

Stephanie just shrugged. "Nope. Go look for yourself."

Dean walked to her Chevelle while she followed. When he opened her hood what he saw shocked him. Everything was chrome, well not the battery or hoses, anything like that, but everything that could be chrome was.

The other thing that shocked him was that nothing was out of the ordinary. In other words Dean found no reason why Stephanie beat him, other than she just was that good a driver.

Stephanie leaned against her left fender watching Dean inspect. "Told ya."

Dean lifted his head out of the engine to try and defend himself but was stopped dead at the sight of those lips wrapped deliciously around that beer bottle again.

Dean immediately felt his pants tighten slightly. Oh, those lips, those big, full, luscious lips. God! He had to stop this, and at the moment he could only think of one way to do it.

He reached up, snatched Stephanie's beer bottle out of her hand and away from her lips, There-by causing beer to spill down her chin. "What the hell, Dean!"

He stalled for a minute while trying to think of a good excuse for his actions. But all he came up with was... "You're too young to be drinkin'."

Then the sunlight glistened on the bit of beer dribbling down Stephanie's chin adding fuel to the fire of Dean's already inappropriate thoughts.

He couldn't help it as her tongue slipped out of her mouth to catch the small, wet droplets sticking to her lower lips and chin. Hismouth nearly falling open when her tongue reached almost to the tip of her chin before slipping back into her mouth as she wiped at the remaining wetness with the back of her hand.

She pouted. "You realize that now that it's almost gone?"

Dean fumbled for an answer. Shit, he really should've thought this through. "Uh...um...well."

Luckily for Dean he was saved as Bobby pulled up the driveway. When Bobby was about halfway up the porch steps he realized Stephanie was outside. "Ain't you supposed to be packin'?"

Suddenly Stephanie remembered why she was here in the first place. "Oh Shit. Yeah, comin' Uncle Bobby."

She ran past Bobby into the house and up the stairs while Dean strolled into the living room to find Sam.

Bobby walked into the house slamming the front door behind him, cussing as he walked. "Damnit. Stephanie!"

Dean took a step in Bobby's direction. "What's goin' on Bobby?"

Bobby was about to explain when Stephanie appeared on the stairs in nothing but a towel.

Dean couldn't help it. He stared. Then he realized she was Bobby's niece and that she was underage and he was standing in Bobby's house…and Bobby had guns. He dropped his eyes.

Bobby glared at him for a second and then turned to Stephanie as she spoke.

"Yes, sir?"

"Stephanie, there's a couple things I need you to do with the tow truck before you leave. Help an old man out, and all that."

Stephanie threw her head back and groaned. She'd been up all night, she was sore and bruised, and all she wanted was a nice hot shower.

"Like what?"

Bobby shrugged. "Well first, how about putting some damn clothes on. For heaven sake girl you're in mixed company." He drew his eyebrows together and crossed his arms over his chest.

Stephanie rolled her eyes and stared back at her uncle. "Fine."

Bobby nodded. "Then I need you to do just a few things. Change the oil, and the spark plugs. Rotate the tires."

Stephanie smiled obediently. "Ok."

Stephanie ran upstairs and after a couple of minutes, which were punctuated with a few loud curse words, she came back down in one-piece coveralls. She was tying the dark blue sleeves around her waist as she moved.

Dean watched in awkward silence, completely appreciating the way her movements tightened the white wife-beater across her chest. When she reached up to pull her hair into a ponytail as she headed to the door, he finally managed to drop his eyes.

Sam lifted his eyes for a second as Stephanie came down the stairs and then went back to the book about mythical creatures that most people think are imaginary, and are probably better off for it.

Bobby started sorting mail as he tidied up.

Dean shrugged. He wasn't gonna go all geek-boy like Sam and hell if he was gonna clean up someone else's mess. He headed toward the door. "I'ma see if Steph needs some help."

A/N: Reviews really help guys, especially since my muse just loves to walk out on me in my time of need. Reviews help her find her way home.