CHAPTER 11: PLANET ROCK

Dean woke to the sound of his cell ringing. He answered it groggily, for the jet lag hadn't completely left him yet. It was a short conversation and Dean soon hung up. He scrambled through his duffel for some clean clothes and dressed.

He opened the bedroom door and stepped made his way into the kitchen. He peered over the kitchen counter at angel girl and his brother who were still passed out on the couches. He turned the coffee machine on and went to wake up his companions.

He woke up his brother quietly, "Dude, look at angel girl."

Sam looked at her then returned his gaze to his brother with a questionable look.

"I'm sure she'll appreciate me waking her up before Ianto comes over."

Sam understood Dean's plan, "Dude, no way, she's going to castrate you."

"Nah," Dean said, he stepped over to angel girl who slept in an awkward position with her bum raised in the air. She was already halfway off the couch.

Dean raised his hand and brought it down on her bum.

Angel girl yelped and fell onto the carpet.

Dean laughed heartily.

Angel girl sat up on the floor and rested her back against the couch, "Ha, ha, Scooby. You've had your fun." She glared at him.

Dean just laughed. He headed back into the kitchen and poured himself a mug of hot coffee.

Evie picked herself up from the floor and rubbed her sore butt, "You slapped hard, Scooby."

Dean swallowed the sip of coffee he'd just taken, "Well, I had to get you up."

"Not so hard next time, Scooby."

"Ianto's coming, I figured you didn't wanna still be passed out on the couch when he walks in."

Evie just nodded. She peered at him for a while until he became uncomfortable under her stare.

He looked into her brown eyes and noticed she was not spacing out as when she gets an angel download.

She was glaring at him. Finally she spoke, "Well?"

Dean furrowed his brow, "Well what?"

"Was it to your liking?" she asked him.

Sam had been watching the exchange from his couch. He laughed heartily when he understood her meaning.

Dean looked taken back by her question.

The doorbell rang. Dean hastily placed his empty coffee mug on the counter top, "I'm gonna go get that." He turned and headed for the door.

Sam looked at Evie, "Saved by the bell."

Dean came back into view only to grab his jacket which he had slung over a chair in the kitchen, he seemed excited.

Ianto popped around the corner, "Good morning," he greeted Sam and Evie.

Sam and Evie nodded a response and Dean spoke up, "Ianto and I are going to pick up a car so we don't have to deal with busses and whatever."

Dean ushered Ianto hurriedly out the door, anxious to get going, he closed the door behind him.

"He seemed rather excited."

"He's going to pick out a car, of course he's excited." Sam argued. He paused, "How did you sleep?"

"Blah," she began stretching, "I may not be a giant, but little couches are no fun."

"Understandably," Sam walked to the kitchen and pulled out a mug from the cupboard. He poured himself some coffee, "If it'll give you a better night's sleep, you can come on the couch, too. There's enough room for three people."

Angel girl laughed, "You're so sweet, Sammy. So long as you don't hog the mattress or snore in my ear, I don't see a problem."

"I don't snore,"

"Have you heard yourself?" Evie questioned, "You saw trees all night and you're telling me you don't feel it in the morning?"

"I feel fine," he cut himself off.

"I'm starved," She stepped over to the pantry and rifled through its contents, "Lucky Charms sound good to you?" She pulled out the Lucky Charms box and held it so he could see. She didn't wait for a response, "Though what we're supposed to do all day is beyond me,"

Sam shrugged, "Research, maybe. We should try to find whatever this thing is."

*****

Out in the parking spaces, Ianto led Dean towards the SUV. Dean walked to the right side of the car.

"Did you want to drive, sir?" Ianto offered Dean the keys.

Dean shook his head, "Not until I get a car that suits me better." He said flatly. He turned his attention back to the car and opened the door. He peeked in, "Oh," Dean peered in at the steering wheel and stepped aside so Ianto could step in, "wrong side, of course," Dean walked around to the left side of the car and stepped in. He closed the door and buckled up and Ianto took off.

Ianto had notice Dean looking around the dash for something. At first he thought Dean was just familiarizing himself with the dashboard that read differently than cars he must be used to. When Dean didn't stop peering around, Ianto finally spoke up, "What are you looking for?"

"I take it you don't have a cassette dock in here?"

Ianto shook his head, "Why do you ask?"

Dean dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cassette tape, "I brought some tunes along." He shoved the cassette nonchalantly back into his pocket.

Ianto had seen the cassette had Metallica written on the side and reached forward to fiddle with the SUV's radio. A few radio stations had come in and gone out before Ianto finally pulled his hand away.

The sounds of Deep Purple's Smoke on the Water came through the speakers.

Dean smiled, "Or this works,"

Too soon, the song ended and the DJ narrated, "This is Planet Rock, don't change the channel, we've got more rock comin'." Another classic rock song came over the speakers.

"Where, exactly, are we going?" Dean questioned.

"There's a car dealer that specializes in cars you might like. It's about an hour's drive, so get comfortable."

*****

Ianto pulled into the drive of the car place and pulled into an unmarked parking spot. Dean was drumming on the dashboard to the music coming through the speakers and Ianto drummed on the steering wheel.

"Dude, I had no idea you could jam like that."

"No?"

"No, you seem to take your job seriously."

"I suppose it would seem that way." He unbuckled himself and stepped out of the SUV.

Dean crawled out of the SUV and stretched his legs. He walked to the other side of the SUV and stood next to Ianto who waited for a man in his fifties to walk up to them.

The man with salt and pepper hair extended his hand towards Ianto and then to Dean, "I understand you two are looking for a car?" the man asked, he had an American accent.

"Just me," Dean spoke up.

The man with the salt and pepper hair smiled, "Alright, let's find you a car." He led Dean and Ianto through the lot and up and down the rows.

"If you don't mind me asking, your lot's organized by year?"

"Yes," the man said somewhat warily.

"Okay," Dean turned away from Ianto and the car salesman. Dean led them past the '77 Chevy Camaro, the '72 Chevy El Camino, and stopped just past the '69 Pontiac GTO, "There we go," he said.

"The Impala?" the man asked.

"You betcha," Dean spoke, he stepped to the car and opened the driver's side door and pulled the latch to open the hood, "She needs a little work, but she'll do."

The car salesman raised his eyebrow, "You're sure?"

"Definitely,"

"Alright, I'll just get the paperwork and the keys, then." The man left towards the little building that served as an office.

Dean turned to Ianto once the man was well out of earshot, "My Impala back home has an arsenal in the trunk," he trailed off.

"Yes, I'm sure you weren't able to bring much of it on the plane,"

"Hardly anything,"

"Well, there shouldn't be a problem. We were informed what to pick up well before you came."

"What?"

"Jack came down from his office with a list of what we needed to get for you guys."

"Who gave him the list?" Dean asked.

Ianto shrugged.

"Shotguns?" Dean asked.

"With accompanying salt shells,"

"Silver bullets?"

"Yeapp,"

"Silver knives?"

"Yes and Holy water, spray paint cans, protective amulets, bags of salt, gasoline cans, lighters, matches, some new hex bags, machetes, Marine Corps Ka-bar knives, arrows complete with crossbow, spearheads, silver spikes, throwing stars, a revolver-type grenade launcher complete with police 37mm grenades, flare guns, tasers, sawed-off shotguns, long-barrel shotguns, a pistol grip pump-action shot gun, a Heckler and Koch G3A3ZF sniper rifle and several pistols including a silver Desert Eagle, a silver Beretta 92FS and the same in matte black and a Smith and Wesson M645."

"Wow," Dean spoke, his jaw had slowly lowered as Ianto spoke, "I cannot believe you memorized that entire list."

"I did order them all." Ianto spoke.

"Can I special request a crossbow equipped with arrows?" Dean questioned.

"Of course," Ianto paused, "So what's it like being a hunter?"

"What's it like being a hunter?" Dean repeated, "What's it like hunting aliens?" he exclaimed.

"Best job I ever had," Ianto said.

"Same,"

"And the worst,"

"How do you figure?"

"You can't talk to anyone outside Torchwood about your job, you hardly have any acquaintances outside Torchwood."

"Let me guess, you don't get paid and hardly ever get a 'thank you'?"

"Yeah, that about covers it,"

"That's what life as a hunter is like," he paused, "though hunters are hardly government commissioned."

"They're not?" Ianto questioned.

"Nope, Sammy and I make our way through the world off credit card fraud and our winnings off poker tables."

"That can't be a great life."

Dean nodded "But it's our way of life. Sammy and I were raised hunters." He paused as he stared into the engine of the Impala once again. Finally he asked, "Is it true that Jack guy can't die?"

"Absolutely,"

"That can't be fun,"

"I'm sure not,"

The man with the salt and pepper hair came back into view and Dean closed the hood. He signed the necessary papers and sat behind the wheel.

Dean gave Ianto a ride to the SUV.

"Did you want to follow me?" Ianto questioned.

"I'm sure I can find the way back."

"I wasn't saying you couldn't."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm simply suggesting that you are unused to driving on the left side of the road, and it may be a good idea for you to follow someone accustomed to the streets."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." He pulled the car to a stop next to the SUV.

Ianto got out the left side of the Impala and entered the left side of the SUV.

Dean pulled out his Metallica cassette and pushed it into the cassette dock. The sounds of Metallica soon filled his ears.