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"Earth to Dean," waved Sam, splaying a large hand in Dean's face.

"What!" snapped Dean.

"Jeez, what rattled your cage? Oh your pissed 'cause' she's a girl. You got some serious sexist issues to resolve Dean"

Dean mumbled something whilst retrieving his knife from the men's floor. He stalked back to the Impala and slammed the car door, mentally apologizing to his baby for hurting her.

"…after all its not your fault," cooed Dean whilst stroking the interior. He quickly replaced his hand back on the steering wheel, just as Sam dropped into the car. The drive back to their motel was a quiet one. Dean obviously dumbfounded at finding a female hunter, and Sam wise enough not to press the issue any further.

Eva limped back to her 1967 Ford Mustang, cranked open the door and slammed it, wincing at the pain in her leg and the pain she had just caused her baby boy. She began mumbling under her breath in a mixture of rage and frustration, "Stupid men…don't have any eyes…don't have any brains…don't have…anything!" She turned the key and the engine sprang to life. "At least someone still loves me," she cooed whilst patting her car in adoration. She pulled out of the bar's parking lot and sped back to her motel, praying that her blood wouldn't stain the leather interior. Oh how she longed to be back in her apartment, curling up in her bed. You see in Eva's book it was nice to have a base, somewhere to have a break from killing things and relax for a while…until the next time.

The next morning, Dean finished polishing his second gun and reached for another. Sam had gone to the local library for more research and wouldn't be back for another hour or so, so Dean had decided to do something useful with his time, seeing as he hated research. He hummed a tune from Metallica, but was interrupted by a knock on their motel door. He knew it couldn't be Sammy back so soon, so who on earth was this?

Eva knocked on the door again, that son-of-bitch best be in, Dean poked his head round the door and opened it wider when he realised who it was.

"Well this is a surprise," Dean smirked.

"A pleasant one I hope."

"How did you find me?" Dean frowned.

"Well lets see, there are 2 motels in this spit of a town, and a 1967 Black Chevy Impala is a bit of a rarity, so really….it wasn't that difficult.

"In that case you better come in" Dean watched as her hips swayed with every movement she made. "Now, I've asked how you found me…but I still don't know why?"

"Why? Because, I feel a little…tension, between us." She closed the gap between them and splayed her fingers on his chest. "Can you feel it?"

"Hmmm, well that could be because you egged my car"

"Why are you still talking?" she whispered right before she kissed him…hard. Her fingers gripped his shirt, pulling him in tighter. She broke apart for a second to pull his shirt over his head, and gaped slightly at his torso. Damn he's fine. She pulled her own shirt over her head and quickly began kissing again. She ran her hands over his shoulders and jumped up to straddle his waist with her legs. He whirled them around and shoved her against the wall.

"Likes it rough does he?"

"Hell yeah"

She let her legs drop and shoved him backwards, sending him tumbling onto his bed.

"Strip…now!" she ordered whilst removing her own jeans. Dean didn't hesitate and began undoing the zipper on his jeans. She waited for a second for him to finish and shoved him again, making him lay down. "You take way too long."

Still in her underwear, she crawled off the bed and went over to her bag, where she'd dropped it near the door.

"What are you doing?" Dean moaned.

"Having some fun," she grinned, holding up some rope.

She finished tying Dean to the bed by his limbs and stood up to admire her handy work.

"Well this is new," Dean grinned. Eva went back to her bag and retrieved something else.

"Aww come on…now what?" She turned around and showed him a canister of Squirty cream.

"Ya like it dirty huh?" he smirked.

She began squirting it on his chest, when he realised it read something. He tried to read it upside down. P-R-I-C-K.

"Hey…that says Prick!"

"Well observed" she smirked as she began to pull on her clothes.

"Where are you going?"

"Did you really think that I would be another notch on your VERY rusty bedpost? Hell, you don't even know my name! Oh I almost forgot." Now fully dressed, she grabbed a black marker from her bag and walked back to the side of the bed.

"Here's a little reminder for you" She went to write on his forehead but he began throwing his head around to stop her.

"If you don't stop moving, I'll carve it onto your head with a knife…not a pen." A shocked look appeared on Dean's face and he did as he was told. When she was finished she walked around to the end of the bed and pulled out her phone.

"Aww come on…haven't you done enough already!" Dean almost pleaded.

"Say cheese!"

The camera on her phone clicked to indicate a picture being taken, she blew him a kiss and tucked her phone in her back pocket.

"You can't just leave me here!" Dean bellowed.

"Watch me" she replied about to close the door…when something caught her eye. Dean followed her gaze. Shit!

"No…no no no! Not that…anything but that!

"Baby, I've already done anything!" she smiled as she waggled his car keys in his face.

She spun on her heel and headed for the door.

"BITCH!"

"Sticks and stones love," she shrugged, and slammed the door.