The following morning she was actually looking forward to getting out of bed for a change. She hoped to catch the brothers before they left and at least get a phone number. Kayla absently ran a hand through her golden brown hair as she pulled the hotel room door shut behind her. As luck would have it, Dean and Sam were also on their way out.
"Well if it isn't my job thieves."
Dean let a small smile slip. "We're heading out, don't really have a direction as of yet. You want a ride?"
"Hmm, a ride to nowhere huh?" She shifted her bag on her shoulder. "You sure you're not closet serial killers or something?"
"Most definitely not. Though Sam might be a closet…"
"Shut up." Sam shut to their room and nodded his greeting to Kayla before heading towards the car.
Dean looked at her expectantly. "What do you say?"
She shrugged and fought back the grin. "Why not?"
She sat in the back seat of Dean's beautiful Impala, which was fine by her because she could stretch out. After about ten minutes she realized the music wasn't going to agree with her.
"Do you have any Justin Timberlake?" The look on their faces as they both turned to look at her was priceless; she almost laughed. "I'll take that as a no."
"I'd take that as a hell no." Sam replied.
"Just asking, it doesn't have to be Justin Timberlake specifically." She pulled out her iPod and unwrapped her earphones.
"Are you saying there's something wrong with my music?" Dean asked.
Sam leaned against the side of the door, trying to get comfortable. "There's everything wrong with your music. But at least it's not Justin Timberlake."
"Damn right."
Kayla rolled her eyes and Dean turned the music up. The new company was definitely going to be different, but it seemed like it was going to be fun and they weren't hard to look at for sure…
In the next episode…Kayla joins the brothers on their next case and learns how dangerous the job can be. Look for Faith!