In a matter of minutes Zoë is part of the crew. Dani California from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers brings a mellow and comfortable feel and when more beer is added to the little party, they slowly start to get influenced by the alcohol. The great escape of Dan is told in many ways and old stories from way back then make it to the surface. Zo doesn't care one bit that she's tipsy. She and the Winchester boys have been hunting the supernatural nonstop for the last period of time, why shouldn't she drink to old days and have some fun for a change? She's not really working the case yet anyway. After a few more beers she's done making excuses as they joke around and have fun. It takes a while before Zo realizes her phone is ringing. Still laughing she picks up, hearing Sam on the other side.
"Finally! Where are you?", he asks agitated.
She sighs. Great. So much for fun.
"I'll be home before 11", she says bored.
"Zo!"
"What? I was busy", she shrugs, even though Sam can't see it.
She can hear the words sink in. She was busy?
"We had to talk ourselves out of jail!"
"Are you gonna come up with something interesting or are you gonna keep yelling at me, because in that case I'll hang up", Zoë counters out of patience.
Apparently Sam gets that she's serious and lets it go. He tries something else.
"Danny said that you know where the garage is".
"You met Danny?", she asks surprised and looks over to her friend.
"Ah yeah, before the cops joined in. Two guys in an Impala, one was pretty tall", Danny informs, who forgot all about the two strangers.
Zoë confirms with a nod, that's them. But before she can answer Sam, he has asked her again impatiently.
"Take it easy, Sammy boy. Kubic Inch Customs, just out of San Diego", she tells absent, laughing about Tweed imitating his ex-girlfriend.
"You have a street?"

Now Zoë's done with the bossy attitude. "Yeah, it's on the corner of do your own research and get lost".
Sam can hear loud laughing in the background and before he can say anything, Zo hangs up.
"What the hell?", Sam brings out stunned.
He has experienced many different moods of Zoë, but this was just weird.
"Zo ditched ya?", Dean presumes.
He gets up from under the Impala, which he parked on a sidecurb so that he can reach the leak with a little more ease.
"Fixed it?", Sam asks, ignoring his brother's question.
"For now, I need her on a bridge to solve the problem for good", Dean sighs. "Bitches, messin' with my car".
Sam is still staring at his cell phone.
"I think she's drunk", Sam turns his head to face Dean through the drivers side window, which is rolled down.
"Who?", Dean asks confused, not really paying attention.
"Zoë", Sam answers.
A grin appears on Dean's face. "Cool".
"It's not cool, we're working a case!", the youngest objects as he takes out his laptop.
"Relax man", Dean calms down as he gets in. "She has been a complete bitch since we took this job. A couple of drinks will do her good".
He starts the car and carefully rolls her off the curb.
"Where to?", he asks.
"She failed to pass me an address, let me check".
Sam opens his laptop and in a matter of minutes he has found the garage. As expected, Danny isn't the owner of the place. The gas station slash tuning garage belongs to a guy named Chad Buckle.

"Shoot", Dean has noticed the dot on Sam's computer screen; they have a destination.
"9303 Bond Avenue, El Cajon. It's up north, take the Route 5 and then 8 going East", the youngest reads from his screen.
They leave the harbor area between warehouses and docks and make their way to the highway, which carves the city like scars. The Naval Air Station on the North Island is brightly lit, huge navy ships guard the water, some docked, some just off shore. It's a great sight. Moving inland, they rise higher above sea level, it doesn't take long before they see El Cajon in the shadow of Californian hills. It's not a separate town anymore, it has collided with San Diego and other small cities around. Their surroundings get darker and darker, as they increase the distance between them and the skyscrapers of the big city. Before they know it, the Impala pulls over at Cubic Inch Customs, in a quiet neighborhood far away from the chaos downtown. The light of the '67 Chevrolet which shine on the road ahead, disappear in the dark when Dean turns the ignition. They get out, Sam needs a second to get use to the silence. They take a look around at the front porch and main entrance of the shop, but no one seems to be there.
"Around back?", Dean suggests.
Sam nods as they start walking around the building, cautious and with a gun ready behind their belts. Music sounds from one of the smaller expansions, Dean recognizes it; Fly Away by Lenny Krevitz. Together with laughter, squealing and cheering, it seems like the people inside are having fun.
"Let's crash this party", Dean suggests.
Sam goes for the door handle, which is unlocked. They slowly open it and peek around the corner, but it takes at least several seconds before they are noticed and there's nothing violent to their welcoming.
"Sammy boy!", Zoë greets him with a hug, clearly drunk. "You grumpy bastard".
A little overwhelmed by her exuberant behavior Sam looks at Dean, not sure what to do. Dean shrugs and grins, but that changes when Zoë gives him a firm hug as well.

"Hey Zo, how's it going?", Dean responds when she lets him go and lets him breathe again.
Danny, who settled on the couch with a bottle of El Corona in his hand, greets them with a nod.
"Glad you could make it", he smiles, clearly enjoying the fest.
Zoë pulls the Winchester boys away, enthusiastic like a little kid. Dean takes a quick look around, the place looks old, but comfortable. A smell of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, music plays and everyone seems to be enjoying them selves. Zoë walks over to two guys stuck to a video screen and a PlayStation 2, playing NBA.
"The guy who has enough dirt in his hair to clug a toilet, is Tweed", she nods at the surfer, who gives them a thumbs up and looks back fast enough to make a two pointer in the last second of the game. He jumps off his seat and shouts. It has happened, an outstanding miracle; he beat Marley.
"You didn't!", Chuck comes from the back room with four beers in his hand, staring in the TV screen.
"You won in NBA?"
Now Danny looks up stunned too. "No way".
Yet it's true and Tweed makes a dance.
"Didn't think I could do that, did ya? Huh? Huh?", he challenges Marley, who clearly isn't happy about his loss.
"Who won?", he asks Marley, but the guy with the glasses just looks at him pissed.
Tweed points at himself and looks at Zoë.
"You won, man", she grins.
"Who won?", he now asks Sam, who awkwardly points his finger at Tweed.
"I won!", he laughs as if he just won the lottery.
"Don't worry about it, Marley. Lucky shot", Dan assures.
"I'll drink to that", he raises his beer and takes a swig.

"I think you and Marley over here are gonna be best friends, Sam. He's a geek too", Zoë pats the small guy on the shoulders.
A little too hard, because he has to push his glasses back in position before they glide of his nose.
"And proud of it", he shakes Sam's hand.
Crunch hands the boys an open beer. Sam refuses, but Dean doesn't think twice and also takes Sam's beer.
"And this, this is Crunch", Zoë puts her arm about the big guy and takes his other two beers, leaving the guy with nothing.
"My best friend if you keep the beer comin', pal", Dean smirks.
"No problem", he laughs, taking a sip of a fifth bottle, which was hanging out of his back pocket.
Dean nods approving and walks over to the sofa's, where Zoë settled down next to Danny as Sam sticks with Marley. He has to say, not a bad start of a case. In California, at the coast, in a garage with a few cool guys and a lot of beer. Could be worse, although he's sure Sam doesn't agree.
"So, what happened…", Dean starts, clearly not drunk enough from Zoë's point of view, she detects where he's going.
"Oh no, we're not working this case yet, Dean", she shakes her head, refusing to hear him out.
Dean frowns. "We're not?"
"Nope, we're getting to know our clients a little better before we start tomorrow", she explains.
Knocked out of the field by her laid back attitude he looks from Danny to Zo. Since when does Zoë make time to have fun between cases?
"First thing tomorrow then", he agrees, not complaining at all.
"First thing in the afternoon… or evening, depending on the hangover", she corrects.
Dean grins, he respects that. It's only now that he sees that there's an eighth person in their company. He hadn't notices a guy sitting in the seat next to him.
"That's Petro, he won't bother you, great mechanic though", Danny says to Dean's unasked question.
"Bet he is", the oldest Winchester chuckles, these folks are weird.
"Having fun, Petro?", Zoë asks kind.

The Mexican looks at her and smiles, but doesn't say a thing. Yet his face tells more than a thousand words, he's a happy guy. He's not the only one who's happy. It's for the first time that Dean sees the girl he pictured Zoë to be, if not dragged into the Supernatural world. Okay, except for the drunk part, but she's laughing, glowing and for a moment seems to have forgotten about the real world. He leaves her that way, lets her dwell in her moment of unknowing, she deserves it. Therefore he raises his bottle.
"Guys, let's drink to something", he suggests.
"Good idea", Danny agrees and follows his example. "To our friend Jay, may he get his ass back in a car and give us a hard time crossing the finish line first".
Crunch does so too. "To Danny, hope he'll keep making a fool of the cops without getting busted".
They chuckle, as Marley holds his beer high.
"To insanely fast cars, to Kubic Inch".
"To NBA!", Tweed shouts.
Again everyone laughs as Marley gives Tweed a look that could kill. The others look at Sam, who's sitting next to Tweed; it's his turn.
He keeps it short, but meaningful. "To family".
Dean smiles and looks at his brother, then at the attractive young Sullivan opposite of him.
"To fighting for our believes. May we hold on to great moments and live life to the fullest".
"That's deep", Zo chuckles, as Dean shrugs.
Now she rises her beer, a short silence follows.
"To friends, old ones…", she looks at Danny. "… and new ones".
She gives both Winchester brothers a short, almost unnoticeable look, but the message came through. Dean looks down satisfied, he guesses all words spoken a moment ago are meaningful and right. Well, except for Tweeds NBA toast maybe.
"I have only one thing left to say, everyone", Dean looks up, everyone in the room can see the sparkle in his eyes. "Bottoms up!"