Dean saw her as he drove down the road that led to the craptastic hotel he and Sam had camped in the last few days. His heart did a little jig at again seeing such perfection. She — for all cars are female — was parked in a stall outside some hole in the wall diner he didn't even bother checking the name of. Every inch of her was exactly as he remembered: heavy-duty steel and good, old-fashioned American no-how having created a car of simple elegance and beauty.

Even Baby purred her want to cuddle up beside Mustang Sally.

In the glow of the sputtering street lamp, she gleamed. It was almost like she was preening, winking at him saucily and teasing him with the endless array of delights that awaited him should he dare throw caution to the wind. And Dean had to admit that his mouth was watering. His fingers positively itched with the need to stroke that sea of chrome and ivory metal. Every nerve pulsed with a desire to feel that silky-smooth steel against his palm. His blood bubbled and boiled with the want to sit behind her wheel and just hear her sigh her pleasure and delight.

What the hell, he decided as he swung Baby into the empty stall beside her. Ain't like Sammy is here to stop me from indulging myself.

And the way Dean saw it? He deserved to indulge himself a little after their last case.

The words of the other Dean came back to haunt him as he sat behind the wheel and listened to Baby rumble to silence.

"I know how dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror... and hate what you see."

Shut it, pal, he thought. Still, ain't listening to the line you're tryin' to sell.

"You can lie to everyone else but you can't lie to me."

You ain't anyone so shut it.

"You're nothing," Inner Dean taunted in a tone that had his fingers clamping down so hard on Baby's wheel his knuckles popped and cracked like Rice Crispies. "A mindless and obedient dog. Daddy's little parrot."

Yeah? His lips kicked up into a sneer. Well, you're still nothing but a voice inside in my head. Snap of my fingers and you're gone.

"And you're gonna find yourself all alone in the pit. No Sammy. No Bobby. No Daddy to come and save you."

Whatever, he told his other side before he opened the door and stepped out. I got bigger fish to fry.

He didn't bother to add that he had a date with one sweet ass ride and her mysterious owner.

"You can ignore the truth all you want..."

He cut the voice off by shoving the driver door closed. Dean was just cruising around Baby's front end, anticipating finally getting a chance to fulfill his craving for some Night Moves when his phone went off. Even without looking he knew who the caller was: Sam.

"Son of a bitch." He silently seethed as he fished around in his pocket. "What?" he barked. "And this better be really important..."

Otherwise, he just might shoot his brother for interfering with his plans. He glanced longingly at Mustang Sally while he listened to Sam ramble on about some sighting of some demon or another. One day, he promised her before he walked around Baby. We'll have that date one-day.

A/N: Hello, all! Hope that the week has been good to all of you!

This is tagged to post-episode 3x10