A/N: Okay, so since I started out with a bang in the first chapter (heheheh), this one is kinda boring. It's just background and story development. Thank you for the new follows and the reviews, especially SoCherryDarling and RoxyGirl24. Yes, Cas is a minx… and possibly a bit evil too, (in a good way), we'll have to wait and see. I hope you all like this. Hey, at least it was a fast update, right?

Chapter 2

When Dean woke up the next morning, the loud obnoxious sound coming from the alarm clock could be felt in his teeth. It was too bright, too early to think. He didn't sleep well last night. His beautiful creature had plagued his dreams all night long. Every time he got close, Blue Eye's would just disappear, or walk away with damn sexy smirk on his face. Just out of reach. It was so frustrating. He crawled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee. Coffee… the elixir of life…. He scooped the grounds into the machine, filled it with water and flipped the switch. Then he stumbled, a little less bleary eyed to the bathroom and turned on the light, glancing at his watch as he pulled it off. He had an hour before he had to be at Bobby's for work. Good. He could take his time getting ready. It only took him 10 minutes by car to get there, so no need to rush.

"Fuck!" he cried. Sam had taken the car last night. Dammit. If he was gonna make the bus, he'd have to hurry. So much for a leisurely shower. He threw off his clothes and jumped into the shower, turning it on as he stepped in. "HOLY SHIT! That water is COLD!" His own fault, he guessed. He hadn't let it warm up before he got in. By the time he finished soaping up his body, the water had warmed considerably. As the heat blanketed him and he washed away the night before, his mind drifted back to that beautiful blue eyed man from the Roadhouse. He just couldn't stop thinking about him. Okay, so maybe it was because the man had given Dean a mind-blowing blow job and then simply walked out. Dean had never in his life heard of anyone doing something like that without at least expecting a decent hand job afterward. And the guy SWALLOWED. No one swallowed these days. And no condom. Sheesh. What was he thinking? Hey, he had warned the guy. Just another reason he had to know who this guy was….

Dean was in a hurry to get to work, he didn't want to be late. But his cock was now fully awake, and VERY interested in the thoughts that were going through his head. Blue eyes, messy sexed up hair, sexy smirk. "Dammit… " he swore again. He turned off the shower and started to dry himself off. He was trying to think of something, anything to get rid of the raging hard on he had. "Wrinkly old grandmothers, having sex…. Sammy having sex with wrinkly old grandmothers…" Yup. That did it.

Dean stepped into his room and grabbed whatever clothes he could find that looked and smelled mostly clean. He threw them on, and went to the kitchen. The intoxicating aroma of fresh coffee greeted him. Hmmmmm….. He poured himself a huge amount into his travel mug, sat down and put on his boots. He looked at the clock. Awesome. He had 25 minutes to get to Bobby's. Better get a move on.

When he got to Bobby's, the shop was in full swing. "Your late, Winchester." Dean turned and saw Bobby under the hood of a 1968 Mustang convertible. "Sorry, Bobby. Sam has my Baby, and I had to take the bus. Besides, I'm only 10 minutes late, old man." Bobby just grunted. Dean knew he wasn't really in trouble. Bobby was just busting his balls because… well… because he was Bobby.

Dean went into the office to check the list of jobs that needed to be done for the day. Eight cars. Not too bad, he thought. With Bobby, Ash, Jo and Dean it would be a piece of cake.

As he was leaving the office, he heard the chimes from the door go off. Looking around he didn't see Becky, the office manager anywhere in sight, so he stayed put. He would have to deal with whoever came in until Becky showed her face.

An amber haired man came strolling around the end of the shelves by the door, with a grin on his face. "Hey there. Welcome to Singer's. What can I do for ya?"

"Hey.. my car needs some TLC. Seems it's not a good idea to drive around with your 'check engine' light on for 2 weeks," the man laughed. "Anywho, think you could help me out?"

Dean let our a small chuckle, "Well, can't promise anything, but we can take a look. Can't get to it this morning, but definitely after lunch. Can you leave it here?"

"Oh yeah, no problemo. My brother's on his way to pick me up," the man said.

Dean just handed the man a work order for him to fill out, so that they could get started. "By the way, which one is your car?" asked Dean.

"Uh, yeah… guess that would help, eh? Follow me, I'll show you."

The two walked out toward the parking area. "Names Dean, by the way," and he held out his hand. "Gabe. Gabriel actually, but only my moms calls me that," the man smirked, shaking Dean's hand.

They walked outside into the bright summer sun. "She's over there," Gabe pointed. Dean looked over to see a 1972 Mustang coupe. "Canary Yellow? Really dude?" Dean laughed. "Hey man, yellow is a happy color!" Gabe responded with a smile.

Dean just laughed and walked over to the car. Gabe got behind the wheel and popped the hood. Dean opened it up and took a look. "Well, I don't see anything real obvious. That's good, by the way. Like I said. We can't get to it before lunch. I'll call give you a call later and let you know what's up. Okay?"

Gabe smiled. "Sounds good. I'll just finish up the paperwork. Uh. Where do I put it when I'm done?"

Dean instructed, "Just leave it on the desk in the office. Becky should be back there by then. She'll take care of ya."

"Cool, man. Thanks."

Dean walked back into the main garage and started working on the first car he came too. Ash had put the work order under the wiper so that anyone who was free could start on it. He got to work and immediately got engrossed in the job.

"Hey Dean! Talk to you later, man! Let me know what you find?" Gabe yelled from outside. "Gotta know what's wrong with my Lola." Dean looked out just in time to see Gabe get into a brand new Chevy Camero. Dean waved, and nodded toward the man. Just as he turned back to the work at hand, he looked up again. He gasped. In the driver's seat of the Camero, he saw blue eyes and black sexed up hair. "Hey!" he yelled, but the car just kept going down the drive and out to the street. His beautiful creature! Gabe knew his beautiful creature! His brother? Is that what he said?

A/N2: Okay, so I'm a bit evil here. Had to leave it with a cliff hanger…. just to see if you guys are paying attention. Anyway… as for the 1972 Mustang in Canary Yellow? Yeah, my mom and dad had one when I was a kid. It was the first car I ever remember. And the 1968 Mustang convertible? My dream car, besides the Impala, of course!