San Diego, California
Present day

It`s a sight they all have missed. An empty road ahead, surrounded by dusty dessert hills and a bright sun above them. The temperature is over 85 degrees as Dean, Sam and Zoë cruise through the Californian scenery. Deep Purple's Highway Star is on the radio, which is turned on loud enough for Zo to hear it. The only female of the company of three rides her Harley in front of the pack. The custom made exhaust pipe gives the engine of the bike that special rumble that makes Harley Davidson famous. Dust covers both black vehicles, but the chrome still shines bright. The sun is hot even though that it's October, Zoë took the advantage of Californian law and left her helmet hanging from one of her saddlebags. She also packed her motor jacket and leather pants and enjoys the warmth directly on her skin, wearing a tank top and a pair of worn out jeans.
"Not a bad sight, ey Sammy?"
It's Dean – of course – who makes that comment. He hasn't only been staring at the rear end of the bike. Sam looks aside and throws him a glare. He clearly enjoys the presence of the natural born beauty.
"Forget it, Dean", he huffs, shaking his head.
Dean turns his head aside puzzled. "Why not?"
"She's not into you", Sam replies, a little defensive.
"She's not into any living creature on this planet, but that doesn't mean I can't look", the eldest replies with twinkling eyes.
"Since when do you 'just look'?", Sam glares at his brother, not too happy with his brother's interest for Zoë.
Dean intends to answer that, opens his mouth, but then closes it again. Sammy's right, he never does.
"Why are you interested in her all of a sudden?"
Sam is done guessing, he wants to know what's going on in that head of Dean. But he doesn't get the response which he hoped to get.
"Are you blind? Look at her!", Dean nods at her through the windshield.

Sam follows the nod and is gripped by the view for a few seconds. He certainly gets why Dean is interested, but that doesn't mean he has got to like it. Sam has set his mind on Zo, because he believes that beneath all of her bitchiness and the damage is a goodhearted girl who's just masking that she's miserable. He also knows Dean, who uses women for personal pleasure and doesn't give much about how they feel when he's gone the next morning. Besides that he won't let Dean steal the girl he's falling for, he won't let his brother take advantage of Zo either.
"She won't fall for it, Dean. She's not naïve, you are though", Sam lets out a little sarcastic laugh.
Dean doesn't take it well. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
Sam shrugs, but answers carefully. "She doesn't really like you that much. You two fight all the time, never agree…"
"We agree on stuff", the eldest argues, a little childish.
"Oh yeah? Name one thing you two ever agreed on", his brother confronts victoriously.
He's got him, at least Sam thinks he does, because after a moment of silence Dean comes up with something.
"Food!", he shouts out.
Sam shakes his head disapproving, but can't help to laugh.
"Something that's of an actual importance", he specifies.
"Food is important to me", Dean counters, but it's not a good enough of an answer for his brother.
"Alright, here's a fact of big importance we agree on", Dean glances aside with one hand on the wheel as he leans back.
Sam can see the triumph in his grin. "You're a geek".
"I'm not a geek!", the tallest bites back defensive, but suddenly seems to realize something else.
"She said that?", he asks hurt.
Dean laughs out loud and turns on the radio, which starts in the middle of the chorus of Blur's Song 2.
"Ah Sammy, you're so easy", he grins amused.

Clearly enjoying himself he gasses up as Sam now gets that his brother has fooled him once again. With loudly roaring engine Dean drives up next the motor chick they ride with. She sits back in the saddle and seems relaxed, yet her face looks tensed and somewhat sad. Dean leans over so that he can see the woman on the Harley through the passenger's window, while he keeps his car steady.
"Hey Zo, last down the coast pays for dinner!", he shouts.
"You go ahead", she replies, not that enthusiastic.
"Ah, come on! I dare ya", Dean challenges.
Annoyed Zo glares aside. "I said no!"
Both boys raise their eyebrows, but Dean says no more and gasses up without her.
"Okay…", he sighs, but ignores that snippy reply as he concentrates on the road again.
"What's her problem?", Sam asks out loud while he observes the girl in his back view mirror.
"She is the problem, Sammy. That's Zoë, get use to it", Dean speaks wisely, who cannot be bothered by being yelled at.
"Something must be off", the youngest has a feeling about this.
"Nothing is, there ain't a sweet hearted Californian surfgirl somewhere inside that tiny body of her", the eldest brings to Sam. "Just loose the idea".
Pretending not to know what his brother means with those words, he glances aside. "What idea?"
"I can see what you're doing Sam. And I'm telling you to stop it", Dean advises.
He speeds up, racing the Impala to an 90 miles an hour, but the smooth road over the gentle hills allows it. Sam needs a moment to find a way to respond.
"I don't know what you're talking about".
It's the only thing he could come up with, but he regrets the words the moment he pronounces them. That sounded even lousier out loud than it did in his head. No wonder it makes Dean laugh.
"I'm might not be as smart as you, but I'm not stupid. I see how you follow every movement, I see that she makes you nervous when she enters the room. You watch her sleep, you worry about her during a hunt", he sums up, confronting his little brother with the facts.

Sam looks away and shakes his head, but he can't even convince himself.
"You're falling in love with her and you know damn well you shouldn't", Dean speaks stern.
"Why not?", the youngest presses agitated.
"Because you're hunting again. You're a hunter, Sammy. You can't have relationships, you can't have friends", Dean speeches, but is disturbed by Sam, who rolls his eyes.
"Okay, now you sound just like Dad", Sam notifies.
"And he's right", Dean doesn't even deny. "The only people you can rely on are the people that work this world themselves".
"Do you realize what you're saying?", the youngest huffs. "Zoë is a hunter, Dean! She of all girls knows this world and definitely works it too", Sam snaps.
A sigh escapes from Dean's lips. Crap, he's right, his little stubborn brother has a point there.
"True enough", he admits. "But it's not just that…"
"Yeah, go ahead and make up another excuse".
Sam is pissed off now that he feels like he's under attack and he's not afraid to defend himself or his point of view. Dean tried to avoid this matter, but he has to tell him the truth, how hard it might be.
"She's not Jess, Sammy".
Stunned Sam gazes aside at him, getting even madder.
"I don't want Jess!", he yells back.
Now it's Dean's right to look aside perplexed. His own words seem to shock Sam as well, because he looks down ashamed and disorientated; did he just say that?
"You don't want Jess?", Dean repeats disbelieving.
Sam shakes his head, but not as in that he doesn't want her, but that he didn't mean it like that.
"I mean I don't want someone like Jess", he explains.
"So what, you pick the complete opposite so that she doesn't remind you of your ex-girlfriend?", Dean confronts harsh. "And you blame me for taking advantage of women".
Sam has nothing to say, he realizes Dean is right in that matter. But is it really because she's so different from Jessica, or is it something else about her that attracts him? He can't tell, he's too confused.

"Zoë will break you, Sammy. She's not the relationship kind-of-girl. Besides, we still have to be careful with her. Dad did warn us…", but Sam doesn't let him finish.
"Yeah yeah, that she's dangerous. I know. It's just that…", he looks down at his hands, searching for words. "It's not something I can switch off, Dean".
"Jesus Christ, you really are falling in love with her, aren't ya", Dean sighs, shaking his head.
A moment of silence follows and Sam glances outside his window watching the dry lands pass by. His older brother gazes over the steering wheel towards what's coming, but ponders at the same time. Then in front of them appears what they have been traveling for. Over the last hill they ride and the ocean appears at the horizon. Finally, they've made it to the west coast! Dean smiles, this is where he belongs. The discussion about Zoë is paused for a moment, but he does realize that she is becoming a big issue for Sam. He's just afraid that she's not just his rebound girl, maybe he really does like her and maybe he's right. What if there is so much more underneath of all the smart talk and arrogant appearance she has? If it's good or bad, he knows she has many secrets and to be honest, he's not sure if he wants Sam to find out. He's certainly not gonna allow anything between the two of them, because even though he's hunting with her now, he does remember the words of his father; she's trouble. And maybe, just maybe by getting Sam to fall in love with her, she already proved that.

San Diego, California
Present Day

"You're sure she told us to meet up here?", Dean double checks as he slowly drives his car down a small street.
"Hundred percent sure. She told us to show up on the corner of Sigsbee Street and Main Street", Sam confirms a little surprised by the crowd in the normally so quiet harbor area by night.
He glares over the dashboard as they get closer. "What is this, some kind of gathering?"
"Check it out Sam", Dean, who has rolled down his window, checks out a group of girls in small tops, hotpants and stiletto's.
He whistles. "Whatever this is, I like it", and winks at the young ladies.
But Sam has his eyes focused on what's ahead. "Dean…"
The eldest of the two looks in front of him to see what Sam is stammering about and is captured by the sight as well. Cars. And not just cars. Fast, tuned up, neon lighted cars. Silenced Dean parks the Chevrolet Impala and gets out. The vibe is exiting, slightly tensed. Rap music sounds from the large woofer stereo sets built in the trunk of the cars. Dean is so intrigued by this whole happening, that he doesn't notice that his classic Impala gets attention from several people. A young latino in a red cocktail dress with long black hair walks up to Dean in a sensual way.
"That's quite a muscle car you've got there".
Dean comes back to reality by the warm voice, and what a reality it is. The South American beauty in front of him looks like she walked out of a skin mag.
"Well thank you", Dean grins pleased.
She reaches out to him, caresses his cheek and then his arm, which she feels when she has her hand on his biceps.
"It fits you", she smiles.
Then she walks off, just like that. In her way over to some other girls she looks over her shoulders and hypnotizes Dean with her brown eyes. Wow, what a catch! Still a bit in trance Dean glances aside at his brother.
"Am I dead?", he asks random.
Sam looks at him puzzled. "No".
"I must be, because this is heaven", he huffs in disbelief.

But Dean's moment of pure happiness doesn't last long. A young guy from Asian background approaches the Winchesters, backed up by what seem like the bad boys from San Diego. Immediately the mood turns, it's obvious they are up to no good and not happy with the brothers company. Alert Dean faces them, but not before Sam slows him down slightly.
"Keep it cool, Dean", he warns with soft voice, noticing the hostile body language of both gangs.
"Relax, I know what I'm doing", Dean insures.
Even though, Sam isn't at ease. This isn't going to be a friendly conversation and it's obvious that he and his brother are not welcome.
"Seems like we have a group of newbies amongst us", the Asian guy states out loud, clearly wanting to attract the attention of bystanders.
"Free country", Dean counters unimpressed, but aware of the threatening mood.
"Not when you're racin'", the leader of the group makes clear. "But then again, I guess you aren't racin', are ya? At least not with that".
After a nod at the Impala he restores eye contact with the eldest Winchester brother, but the look in Dean's eyes has changed. Sam knows it too, the way how the guy spitted out the word 'that' when he meant Dean's beloved Chevrolet, it's enough to get Dean really pissed off. That car is like family to him and no one talks trash about family. Still, Dean stays calm.
"And why wouldn't she be able to race, squirt?", he tests somewhat annoyed.
"Are you kiddin' me?", he laughs out loud. "That piece of rust weighs, what? 5 tons?"
He starts walking around the car while Dean grinds his teeth. Did he just say piece of rust?
"382 engine, not even a big block. Dude, I'd be surprised if you can steer it out of this ally with its 30 feet of length", the short guy laughs.
Laughter lifts up from the crowd, which has formed a circle around them. Carefully Sam glances aside. Ohow, this is going to be one nasty fight. Normally Sam would have jumped in between, trying to keep his brother out of a fight, but this time he lets him be. Face it, this dick deserves it. The guy just insulted the Impala three times in thirty seconds; he's dead meat. It's a matter of waiting for the first punch, his guess that Dean is going to throw some. But surprisingly enough Dean doesn't even fight his words. Slowly he approaches the Asian guy, who has crossed his arms in front of his chest en smirks arrogant. He looks the short guy in the eyes, for which he actually has to look down, then he finally speaks.
"Let's race".

His opponent raises his eyebrow and giggles.
"What, you and me?", he laughs. "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce you to my car".
He steps back and shows him his ride with a loyal gesture. A yellow sweet looking Subaru awaits its time to race. It's a fast car, every moran can see it.
"My twin turbo-charged 05' Subaru Impreza WRX Sti. 2.5 liter at 1.2 bar with a wet NOS system. That's 442 horsepower under that hood", the Asian clarifies proud. "Top that".
But Dean doesn't seem impressed one bit. His face remains unchanged, still with that daring glare. But the racer he just challenged shakes his head while grinning.
"I'm not racin' you".
He intends to walk away, but Dean gives it another try.
"Scared?", he questions.
Perplexed his opponent turns around.
"Oh yeah, peeing my pants", he laughs. "Don't you get it, man?"
He walks up to Dean and stops right under his nose. Literally, because he can be considered a small guy.
"I have standards", he spits insulted.
"What? You only fight guys your own size?"
"OOWH!"
The public loves it and Dean is starting to get some support. He is a confident guy by nature, but this fuels him more and more. Right as the Asian, who is utterly pissed about the humiliation, gestures his buddies to back him up a loud engine sounds from around the corner. It gets louder and louder as xenon lights shoot around the factory buildings, into the ally. Right in front of them it comes to a stop, but it's driver lets the engine of the Acura growl like a wolf threatening them. When the guy gets out, it's like if he's the one the crowd has been waiting for. As he walks in the direction of the boys, girls stare at him and apparently are amused by his presence; seems like this is the driver ruling this town. The Asian guy turns away from Sam and Dean and gestures the others to let it go. Instead of a fight, he turns to the one who just arrived.
"Dan the Man", he greets him.

Sam watches the two closely. So this must be Danny, the guy Zo spoke to on the phone. The Acura driver has spotted the new faces and now turns to the brothers.
"And who are you?", he asks cautious.
"I'm Sam, this is Dean", the youngest quickly answers before Dean starts flashing badges and ID's.
He likes to play this one clean, which triggers a staggered glare from his older brother, but Sam doesn't mind.
"We're with Zoë".
Danny lifts his head up, Sam sure captures his attention now. He stays alert though.
"And where is Zoë?", he likes to know.
"No clue, she told us to meet here".
He decides to buy it. Besides, Zo would know where to meet up, if these are her partners, she probably informed them. It does make him wonder where Sullivan is at then.
"Juaxoo", Danny turns to the Impreza owner. "They're all right".
"Wouldn't be sure about that. This dude don't know nothing! He wanted to race me with that dinosaur", he laughs.
Sam can see the veins thumping on Dean's forehead; it is getting to him. But surprisingly Danny is one their side.
"He might just win racing against your drivingskills, Juaxoo", Dan bounces back firm.
Again an enthusiastic 'ow!' from the crowd, combined with laughing. Again a stain on Juaxoo's mood. One thing's for sure, he hates the Winchester brothers about now, unlike Danny apparently. Dean glances at the driver and grins with a sparkle in his eye. He likes this guy. When the crowd settles down a familiar sound softly echoes in the distance. It doesn't stay unnoticed long. It's peculiar how both the Winchesters and the street racers immediately identify the sound. Seems like both parties are careful around…
"COPS!", Juaxoo screams.
As a spooked bunch of mice, every single person makes a run for its own. Drivers get in their cars and in a matter of seconds a tornado of shrieking tires and roaring engines sounds through the ally.
"Best get outta here, guys", Dan warns as he hastens towards his Acura.
"Where do we meet up?", Sam asks in a hurry.

Dean starts the Impala and backs up while Sam gets in. The shouldn't waist any time.
"Meet me up at the garage. Zo knows where it is", Dan shouts through his open window. "Now get out! When you hear the sirens, most of the time it's already too late!"
The Acura's tires start to spin rapidly, causing smoke and the smell of burning rubber to rise up from them, then he shoots away. Almost as a ghost, he's gone. Just like that Danny dissolved in San Diego.
"Well that's just great", Dean huffs.
Sam doesn't even notice him, he just stares through the windshield ahead. In a matter of seconds, everyone disappeared. A few taillights vaguely shimmer between the warehouses down the harbor.
"You can say that again", he agrees, realizing that they first have to find Zoë to carry on with this case, talking about disappearances.
"Not that, stupid".
Sam looks aside and finds his brother staring down at the dashboard lights, one of them is burning.
"That's not good?", the youngest, with zero knowledge of cars, asks.
"Red lights are never good", Dean muddles as he gets out.
He ducks and takes a look under the car, it doesn't take long before he finds out what the problem is.
"Ah crap", he curses.
He straightens his back and shows Sam the dirty shimmering tops of his fingers.
"There's a trail back to where we parked. Someone tampered with the motor oil reservoir".
Sam sighs deeply, not amused. "Now what?"
"Now we come up with one hell of a good reason for not deserving to spend the night in prison", Dean suggests.
He has a point for that comment, because at that moment two swat cars block the street in front of them. The front of the cars dive as they stop and a short siren sounds through the ally way. Sam rolls his eyes and glares over his shoulder at Dean, who shrugs. It's a good thing that they're not on the wanted list in California, but he still has a feeling that this is going to be a long night.