A/N: Wow, you guys! I've never had so many reviews or follows! You guys are amazing. It definitely helps me to update sooner when I get reviews and followers! Keeps me on my toes, if you know what I mean!

A special thanks to Serena-loves-Angst for you wonder review and for your suggestions! I think I'm going to have to use some of them! You and I have the same kind of mind when it comes to stories, so… Also to NewAngelRising! thanks for the review! You guys are great!

Anywho… here is Chapter 3. Hope you all like it. Kinda of filler, kinda building more of the story. But don't worry. More smut is on the way. Probably in the next chapter.

Chapter 3

Dean tried to get back to work and concentrate on the Honda in front of him. He couldn't focus, though. Blue eyes and that sexy smirk kept invading. He had to talk to that guy, Gabe, had to ask him what Blue Eyes' name was. Better get going on this car so he could get to the Mustang after lunch. Dean sighed heavily, "Focus, Winchester. He's just a guy." Yeah, a gorgeous, sexy, incredibly erotic guy. He put his head down and got to work.

"Lunch time, ya idjits! Ya only got 45 minutes today, so move your asses!" yelled Bobby from the office doorway. Dean sprinted to the diner across the street to grab something to eat as fast as he could. He wanted to get to Gabe's car first thing after lunch. He had finished the Honda just as Bobby had called for lunch.

Dean got his food, ate it and was starting work on the Mustang within 30 minutes of Bobby's bellowing. He popped the hood and started checking every little thing he could think of. When he pulled the dipstick for the oil, it was bone dry. Dean sighed, "Dammit," he swore. Looks like Gabe had run the engine dry of oil. He'd probably have to have a new engine. This was going to take longer than he had thought. He'd better call Gabe and let him know what was going on.

When he called, Gabe didn't answer. It went to voicemail. Well, shit. He really wanted to talk to the guy. "Hey Gabe. It's Dean, down at Singer's? Looks like you're gonna need a new engine. All the oils burned out of it. We have one in the yard somewhere, so it's gonna take a bit to get it done. Let me know what you wanna do. Oh, and by the way. Who was that guy that picked you up today? Didn't you say your brother was going to do it? Anyway, get back to me and let me know what you wanna do. "

Dean moved on to the last car left in the garage to work on. He was still preoccupied, but at least he had left the message. Now he just had to wait.

He heard the familiar rumble of his baby about 30 minutes later. "Hey Dean!" yelled Sam as he strolled up to the garage. He tossed Dean the keys to the Impala as soon as the eldest Winchester turned to look at him. "So man, what happened last night? You cut out of there pretty fast. Did you piss somebody off or something?" he said smiling. Dean just smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, just felt like getting home, that's all. Looks like you had yourself a pretty good night, though, eh Sammy? You gonna see her again? What's her name?" Dean changed the subject. No point in letting Sam know that he was infatuated with some unnamed guy. "I don't know. She was fun, but not sure we'll have a repeat. Eh, who knows. Her name was Jess by the way. I always remember their names, Dean." The older Winchester just nodded and turned back to the car he'd been working on. "Hey, little bother. You wanna stick around and help the old man out? I'm sure he could use some help with the books. I'll give you a ride back to the apartment later?" Sam replied quickly, "Yeah, sounds good. I'll see you later-gonna head to the office."

Dean got back to work. He needed to keep his mind occupied while he waited for that Gabe guy to call back. About 45 minutes later Jo walked up behind him. "Dean? Di you work on that '72 Mustang? The yellow one?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Cuz the owner just called. He said to go ahead and replace the engine. He said price isn't a problem." She started to walk away, but Dean stopped her. "Uhm, did he say anything else?" he asked hopefully.

"No, why? Geez Dean. Is he one of your one night stands? Gawd. You'd date anything that walks, wouldn't you?" and she walked away laughing to herself and shaking her head.

Well fuck. No information from Gabe. That sucked. Well, maybe if he went back to The Roadhouse tonight he might see Blue Eyes again. Although, last night was the only time he'd ever seen him. That much is for sure. He DEFINITELY would have remembered if he had. He had to try though. He had to know.

When four o'clock rolled around, all the cars in the garage were done, except for the Mustang. They would all have to work on that tomorrow, it was a big. job. Bobby yelled from the office door, "That's it guys! Time to knock off. Dean, get yer ass in here. Your moose of a brother is gettin' on my nerves!"

Dean laughed softly, waving to Ash and Jo as they left the garage. When he walked into the office, Sam was laughing with Bobby. "Hey man, let's go home. The old man her is getting tired. He's getting cranky." Dean laughed, "He's always cranky, Sam!" Bobby just shook his head and muttered "Idjits!" under his breath. "You two get outta here. Oh, and Dean? you're off tomorrow. You've been here too much lately. Stay home. Spend some quality time with moose over there before he goes off to graduate school." He turned and stalked out of the office, "Now, get the hell outta here." Dean and Sam grabbed their stuff and headed out to the Impala.

"So, some grub, and then…. what? The Roadhouse again?" Sam asked. Dean tried not to show his enthusiasm. "Yeah, sounds good." But he couldn't sit still in the drivers seat. If Sam noticed, he didn't say anything. they made their way to the diner across the street and then home to get ready.

Dean never worked at the way he looked. he figured if whoever he was with didn't like the way he looked naturally, then fuck them. This is who he is. But tonight, he was going to make an effort. He found a clean pair of black jeans and his green Henley, that, he was told, matched his green eyes. He gelled his hair after his shower and shaved. He took a long look in the mirror. He looked good, but not like he was trying. Hopefully, Blue Eyes would be there, and they could get to know each other better. What the fuck? He NEVER got to know someone better. A good fuck, a blowjob or hand job and nice goodbye and thank you much. No stings attached. Except now. What was it about that beautiful creature that he couldn't resist?

thirty minutes later Dean and Sam walked through The Roadhouse doors. Dean sidled up to the bar like he always did, eyes taking in the whole place. No sign of him yet, he thought. "Yo, Ellen! Beer me, please. " Ellen, the owner of the place, and someone who Dean had known most of his life, just laughed. "At least you said please!" In just a moment a cold bottle of his favorite beer was in front of him. He let out a big sigh. Maybe he should just forget it. For Christ's sake, they had only spent one evening together. One evening and one amazing blow job. And I still owe the guy.

"Dean-o!" He was pulled from his thought by the sound of his name being shouted across the bar. He turned, "Gabe? Hey man, how ya doing?"

"Not bad, not bad… Hey, thanks for the help on my car. When do you think it'll be done?"

As Gabe asked the question, Dean noticed a taller guy with black hair standing behind Gabe. His heart pounded in his chest. He was about to speak when the man turned around. Dean took in a big breath. BLUE EYES!