He knew he was a goner the second she pulled up beside him. Even his jaded heart couldn't help but admire her. Every line, every curve of her alabaster body was a marvel of perfection. Every inch was crafted out of heavy-duty steel and good, old-fashioned American no-how. Her every ripple was a reminder of when extreme pride and care went into the creation of things as lovely as her.
Even Baby hummed her approval at seeing such perfection.
In the glow cast by the sinking sun, she burned, searing his eyes and promising to singe his fingers should he ever manage to run them along her velvety side and across her silky-smooth trunk lid. A sea of chrome winked at him, tantalized him, captivated him. She inched forward a couple of inches on her polished sidewalls, making him think of a Mustang itching to roam wild and free across the prairie. Her engine sang him a siren's song, tempting him with an endless array of delights that had his mouth-watering, nerves pulsing, blood bubbling.
Bob Seger filled the moist silence with a song about night moves and a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes who helped chase away his awkward teenage blues. His lips kicked up at the corners. He had learned a lotta night moves in the back of his '67 Chevy. Curious now about the owner of such perfection, and wondering if she was anything like the woman in the song, he shifted his eyes to the woman seated behind the wheel. She was definitely black-haired, but her eyes were gray as witch-smoke instead of dark like molasses.
Those eyes studied him, openly curious, brimming with intelligence, and warm with humor. One dark brow lifted as a slightly sweet, and a shy smile hovered on her pale lips. She wasn't a beauty, not in the classical sense, but he felt himself falling just a little bit in love with her anyway. He was about to call out to her, suggest they exchange numbers, meet up for a drink or just run off to Vegas for the next month but Sammy elbowing him in the side knocked him from his slowly evolving fantasy.
"Huh?" He blinked and shot a look at his brother. "What?"
"Dude." Sam pointed at the light. "The lights green."
Dean looked and saw that the light was, indeed, green. A glance to the right showed him that his angel in the '65 Ford was nothing but a pair of headlights cruising up the road, Bob Seger singing about how strange the night moves trailing back to him on the summertime breeze...
A/N: Hi, all! Hope life has been treating you well!
This isnt tagged to any one specific episode. I consider it a deleted scene set after 2x02 and before 2x03