Title: Bobby's Daughter
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes: Nope.
Enjoy!
The next morning I came downstairs in my bathrobe.
Sam was sitting in the kitchen eating some type of breakfast. "Morning," I said. "How's the wounds?"
"Not bad," he answered. "There's some pancakes on the counter there. Dean made 'em." I scrunched my face up. I'm guessing the male was a bad cook. "He's really not all that bad," Sam said, as if reading my thoughts. "At cooking I mean."
I nodded. "Cool. Thanks. Speaking of, where is the jerk?"
Sam hid a smile. I'm pretty sure he knew Dean tried to get laid. "The car."
I gave him another smile before disappearing outside. I went down to the Impala and found Dean inspecting it for damage in the engine. "Cool off last night or the summer heat get to you?" His head shot up, hitting the hood.
He gave me a look. "What do you think?"
"I think that summer heat… just gets the best of you, ya know?" I smirked. He locked eyes with me. "How is she?"
Dean turned back to inspect the damage. "Not bad. Just her body really. Engine's good; transmission even better; and everything else isn't horrible." He checked one last thing before turning back to me. "Know where I can get a good body," he asked as his eyes swept of my not-so-fully-clothed-form.
I tightened my bathrobe. "Yeah. Auto place in town. And if you look in the right places," I added, "there are some ladies who want a handsome blonde to sweep them off their feet."
"You might be one of them," he asked, squinting from the sun behind me.
"I'm more for the brunette type," I replied, heading back toward the house.
"Anywhere I can get hair dye?"
I ignored that comment.