Seven

We were only about an hour or so into the drive when there was a resounding bang from the back left corner of the car.

"Shit!" Dylan blurted out in a particularly unangelic fashion, "what was that?" she squeaked waving her arms as I pulled over. I shot her a look and she stopped flailing. I shut off the engine and climbed out, as I inspected the tyres and I could see that sure enough one of the back two was completely busted open.

"Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck!" I cursed loudly clenching my fists.

"Language!" Dylan called out from the passenger seat in singsong voice.

"Not. Helpful. Dylan!" I scowled opening the trunk which was at first seemingly empty, I lifted the false base to expose my cache of weaponry and then had to lift that once again to get to the compartment that held my one and only spare. But this time it was empty.

"Mother of all fucks!" I kicked the back of the car, causing the the trunk to slam down with a thud.

"Dude! What's going on back there?" Dylan popped her head out the window.

"The spare." I growled, "it's not here!" I balled my fists again.

"What!?"

"You heard me!"

"Why are you yelling at me?"

"You're the one who lives in a salvage yard!"

"Key word there Rayne, live, live not run, besides your car, your responsibility."

"You were the one who packed the car! You're a freaking two hundred and fifty year old seraph with divine powers, and you didn't think to check the spare?"

"Are you kidding me? I even look sideways at your beloved car and you go all Gollum on me." she took this moment to wrench her hands and hiss the word precious at me a few times. I groaned loudly, rubbing my eyes in frustration.

"Why on earth did I ever introduce you to those films?" I mumbled.

"Well it's not like I needed much convincing. Especially with Mr Hottie Pointy Ears and that sexy dirty ranger." Dylan grinned, which frustrated me even more.

"Seriously Dylan, I love you, but right now, I could punch you square in the mouth."

"Go ahead sweetie if that'll make you feel better, you know I can just instantly heal myself." she continued to grin. I growled. Dylans constant pep usually lifted my sprits but when my car was involved, reason flew out the window. I launched into another tirade of profanity. It was at this exact moment Dean and Sam pulled up behind the mustang. Dean wound down his window and stuck out his head.

"Problem ladies?" he smirked at me while Sam looked the opposite way and pretended he didn't hear me. Dylan cracked up laughing while I cringed inwardly. Dean didn't take his eyes off me, which made me incredibly self concious, as Dylan explained the situation. Dean smiled, which I had to admit made my stomach flutter, and jumped out of the car.

"What.. What are you doing?" I stuttered my eyes still locked on his face.

"I'm helping you unload your gear," he winked at me, "looks like you're riding with us girls."