A little light hearted step this time.

Enjoy x

"Does it bleep to tell you it's cold?"

The old man scratched, and then shook, his head.

"How about if you haven't fastened your seat belt?"

Another shake.

"How about if it's gonna run outta gas?"

Beside Dean Lisa groaned and looked apologetically at the man.

"Son, I can't say rightly that it does any of these things. What I can tell you, like I said in the advert is that it don't run."

Dean pulled his head out from under the hood and smiled. "So, if I can get it to run, how much do you want for it?" He wiped his hands on his jeans, earning a scowl this time from Lisa, and shot the old man down with his most disarming smile.

The old guy cackled. "Boy if you can bring this heap back from the dead then it'll be nothing short of a god damned miracle. I love the old girl, but again, like I said, all she's good for is parts. This engine is shot."

Dean put an arm round the man's shoulder and pulled him in. "If I can't get this truck breathing again I know someone that can…."

"Cas?" Lisa interrupted with confusion in her eyes.

"What the…?," Dean started to say, then laughed. "No, Bobby?"

Lisa blushed. "Sorry it was the miracle talk and the bringing back from the dead, my mind just went to Cas, you can see why…..." Dean shot her a look as she rambled her thoughts out into the open. "Sorry." She stopped and held up her hands. "I'm just going to wait in the car. The one that beeps for everything," she finished.

"She all right?," the old guy queried with a chuckle.

"Heatstroke, been out in the sun too long," Dean offered.

The man next to him muttered an 'oh' while watching her walk away with an admiring glance at her backside as he did.

Dean caught the look and pushed with his shoulder. "Hey. Taken."

A grin met his. "I'm old, not dead." He rested his hand gently on the wing of the truck. "Three grand if you take her as is. One fifty if you get her running."

It was Dean's turn to look confused.

"Had this truck awhile now, a lot of history in that cab. Damn near delivered my granddaughter in her. You look like someone that might appreciate that. So, you want her or not?"

Dean's smile lit his face. "Can I come back tomorrow with some tools?"

Lisa sighed as Dean pulled the truck into her driveway. "So where am I suppose to park now?," she asked looking at the little bit of tarmac that was left behind.

"Don't worry Gilby will fit in there," he answered as he stepped down from the cab and reached to pull her in. "And I'll make it up to you."

"My car's name is Gilbert not Gilby and oh no you don't. You'll be lucky to get into the house with all that muck on you never mind get anywhere near me."

"Is that a challenge? Sweaty mechanic not do it for you?" There was a little smirk in his voice as he spoke.

"Yes, no it doesn't and no, no, no!" She pushed him as he tried to get a hold of her, wriggling free as his hand caught her wrist, smearing grease round it. "You get any more of that on me and you're not getting in the house again, ever!," she huffed at him. "D…ean! No!" Knowing it was futile Lisa still turned and made a break for the door. Her foot landed on the first step as his arms hooked her round her waist and drew her back to him, sliding under her shirt and smearing black marks on her waist. "You son of a bitch!"

Dean guffawed in her ear at her using his usual choice of curse. "Now, now, if I ain't allowed to use language like that, neither are you." He turned her in his arms. "Looks like I'm not the only one that needs a shower now?," he whispered suggestively in her ear, sliding a hand behind her and pulling her close, only to grunt in surprise as she punched him in the stomach making him let her go. She broke for the front lawn stopping when she realised that he wasn't following. The blast of icy, cold water that hit her told her why.

"Why you…..you…..!" Looking up she watched as he turned the tap off that worked the sprinklers in the lawn, laughing at her as he did.

"Guess you wont be needing that shower now after all," he chuckled and then let out a little sigh at the end, leering at her in her wet clothes as he did. "Pity."

She stood there lost for words as he sauntered into the house, luckily (for him) remembering to remove his shoes in the hall, and disappeared upstairs.

Shaking the water off her she looked up at the bedroom window and growled. Stomping over to the outside tap she looked at her watch, waiting a few minutes and then turn it on full blast.

The girly shriek from the shower had her smile returning as she dusted her hands against one another and went inside to clean up.