The laugh that bubbles out of my mouth was beyond my control. As corny as that line is, hearing Dean asking me to be his girlfriend caused my heart to soar. "Dean Winchester, master of cheesy pickup lines and chick flick moment extraordinaire. Are you serious?" The crushed look on his face quickly shuts me up. "You know what. Never mind. " Dean lets go of me and moves to get up. I grab his arm and pull him back down beside me.

"Hold on," I beg. "I want to spend some time with my new boyfriend." I smile at him as he plops back down. Maneuvering myself on to him, I let him adjust until he is lying underneath me. Leaning down, I kiss his plump lips and press my body to his.

I grin into the kiss as I feel his fingers grip my hips. Bucking up toward me, I can feel him hardening so I place my knees to each side, straddling him. I move my hips up and down, causing his stiff cock to rub along my folds. His fingertips tighten and I'm positive I'll have bruises tomorrow.

Sitting up, I reach down and grasp him, lining him up with my entrance. Slowly I lower myself down his length until he is fully sheathed in my heat. Feeling him inside me, being connected to him in such an intimate way is overwhelming. My soul feels energized and revived.

I begin rocking back and forth, with my hands on his chest. The look in Dean's eyes is blissful and ecstatic. He pulls his lower lip between his teeth as he watches me rock on him. I can already feel the coil in my abdomen begin to tighten. I lift my hips and I can feel every inch of him slides across my walls. Rising up until only the head is left in me, I descend back down faster and I keep going at that pace. The coil is so tight now, I know once it snaps I will feel it throughout my whole body.

Slapping one of my hands on the back of the front seat and the other on the ceiling of the vehicle, I close my eyes and see stars as the most intense orgasm I have ever felt ripples through me. The moan I let out sounds more pornographic than I had ever heard come from me. Although I feel like a puddle of flesh and bones, I keep working to get Dean to his climax. It doesn't take long before he is grunting as his release coats my insides once again.

"Wow!" is all that is said as I lay my head on his chest and listen to his breathing and heartbeat try to return to normal. After re-dressing, Dean and I walk hand in hand back through the salvage yard. When we approach his beloved Impala, he takes a breath and slowly lets it out. Grabbing his bicep with my free hand, I say "Ain't nothing we can't fix." He looks at me, smiles and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. "Damn straight sweetheart!"

~~Two weeks later~~

It's a warm sunny morning and Dean and I are hard at work trying to get the last few parts of Baby together. She's finally back to looking like herself again. I can sense Dean's mood change for the better every day we get closer to having her back on the road. After the final crank of the last lug nut, I let out a sigh. "Babe, that's it," I say, standing up from my crouched position. "All four tires mounted and balanced. Now, I think it's time for a bath." Dean steps up behind me, wraps his arms around my torso. "Do you know how fucking sexy you sound when you talk like that?"

"Like what? About taking a bath? I was talking about washing the car, Dean!" I laugh as I turn to face him. I lean up and kiss I quickly. He lowers his forehead to mine and says, "No. You talking mechanic talk. It turns me on." Rolling my eyes, I wriggle out of his hold and grab the sponge, bucket and soap and walk to the sink in the shop. "Let's get her cleaned up so we can get cleaned up and then we'll take her for a spin, how's that sound?"

"Like Heaven," he replies as he begins spraying the black automobile with the water hose.

Baby was shining in the late afternoon sunlight. The new paint job glimmers and the chrome sparkles. Dean and I, on the other hand, were both soaked to the core thanks to an impromptu water fight. As we're putting the supplies and tools away, Sam walks out to us with his laptop.

"Guys, I think I found something," he begins. "Red Lodge, Montana. Over a dozen cattle mutilations and two deaths within a week. Heads chopped off. Sound like our kind of thing?"

"Actually, yea it does. Let us get cleaned up and we'll head out. Give us..," Dean says, looking at me questioning. "..an hour?" I nod my head and finishing loading up the tools.

"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?"

"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean," Sam jokes. "Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us." Dean says as he rubs the dash. "Should I be jealous?" I ask, joining Sam in mocking Dean's obsession with the car. "I feel like I should be jealous."

"No comments from the peanut gallery," Dean says as he catches my eyes in the rearview mirror and winks. "You're in a good mood."

"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean questions his brother.

"No reason."

"Got my car, got a case, my hot girlfriend with me, things are looking up." His comment makes me blush. Even after having sex with him almost nightly for the last two weeks, I still am amazed that he thinks of me that way. "Wow. Your relationship is weird. Give you two a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister and Missus Sunshine."

I lean up, wrap my arms around Dean's shoulders, look over at Sam and ask, "Jealous Sammy?"

"It's Sam," he says, giving me a bitchface. Dean kisses my arm and laughs. "How far to Red Lodge?"

"Uh, about another three hundred miles."

"Good," Dean says as he floors it. I sit back and smile, watching my boyfriend enjoy being behind the wheel of his treasured car once again.

Dean and I go to talk to the sheriff working the case while Sam is working on a way to procure access to the morgue. The sheriff welcomes us but insists he is a on a time scrunch and would only be able to give us just a few answers. "The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time."

"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" I ask him sweetly, hoping to get him to open up to us."Mm-hmm." So far my tactic isn't working.

"Okay, and the other, a uh, Christina Flanigan?" Dean asks, sensing that this sheriff is going to be hard to crack. "That was two days ago. Is there.." he is interrupted when a young woman knocks on the door and points at her watch. "Oh. Sorry, time's up, we done here?"

"One last question.." I speak up as he goes to stand. "Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean asks, getting straight to the point. "Excuse me?" the sheriff asks, bewildered. "You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained ... over a dozen cases."

"What about them?"

"So you don't think there's a connection?"

"Connection ... with...?" the sheriff asks us, confused.

"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff. You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?"

"You - you're not kidding," the sheriff laughs at us.

"No," I say, getting a bit agitated.

"Those cows weren't being mutilated! There's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"

"World Weekly News…" I say trying to sound confident.

"Weekly World News," Dean corrects me

"World." I look over at Dean and then back to the sheriff. "Weekly... I'm new." I smile at him meekly.

"Get out of my office."

As we walk out I hear the sheriff mumble, "Satanic rituals, yea right."

Stepping out of the station, Dean's phone rings and he holds it up so I can see that Sam is calling.

"Whatcha got, Sammy?"

"Dude, you owe me! I thought I was going to be sick."

"Yea, but, did you find anything?"

"Retractable set of vampire fangs. Almost missed it. Just a small hole in the gumline."

"You gotta be kidding me," Dean sighs and then hold his phone away from his head to tell me what Sam found. "Well, this changes things," I say. "Ya think?" Dean snarks but then changes his tone when he realizes who he just snapped at. I know it's only because he hates fighting vamps almost as much as he hates witches. He looks over at me with his version of puppy dog eyes and mouths, 'Sorry." I smile at him to let him know it's okay.

"Okay. Well, meet us back at the motel. We'll plan our next move," Dean says into the phone. As we get into the car, Dean once again tries to apologize for his comment. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I just hate vamps." I touch my palm to his cheek. "I know. It's okay. Now let go plan our attack!" As much as I have enjoyed the time off and the chance to be with Dean, I was oddly looking forward to whipping ass again. Names not required.

After discussing more of what Sam found at the morgue and what little-to-no information the sheriff had given us, we decide to go to the nearby bar and chat up the locals. Approaching the bar, Dean orders, "Three beers, please." He hands one to me and picks his up and takes a drink.

I appraise the patrons while the guys chat up the bartender. I notice one man sitting off to himself, seemingly curious to our presence. He is eyeballing Sam and Dean and sneaking glances toward me. I pretend I don't notice and continue my gaze across the rest of the floor. I turn my attention back to the conversation as I hear, "Baker farm got leased couple months back. Real winners. Been in here a lot. Noisy. Had to 86 them once or twice"
"Thanks, man." Dean says, as he sit his half-finished drink on the bar. Sam and I follow suit. As we are leaving, I notice the once-interested loner is no longer there, just a smoldering cigarette in the ashtray. 'Intriguing,' I think to myself.

When we step out of the bar into the night, I feel a weird sensation surge through me. Like someone or something is watching us. Looking around, I see nothing out of the ordinary but the 'being hunted like prey' vibe doesn't leave me. Reaching out, I grab Dean's arm and he turns to look at me. He can see the uneasiness in my face. "Dean, I think we're being watched," I whisper.

"I know, I feel it too. Come on, follow me," he says to me and Sam.

Turning down a dim lit alley, we pick up speed to try to get as far in as we can. There are a couple of door frames at the opposite end that we head for to hide and watch for our pursuer. Dean pulls me into one with him and we huddle as far into the recess as we can. Sam chooses the next one to hide in. Soon we hear footfalls coming down the alley and as they near where we are hidden, the boys jump out and subdue our stalker.

Pinning him to the wall with a knife to his throat, I hear Dean tell him to smile. Apparently this causes the man confusion because he dumbly asks, "What?" I step out of my hiding spot and realize that it is the man I observed in the bar. The one who had seemed so interested in us.

"Show us your pearly whites," I demand.

"Oh, for the love of-you want to stick that thing someplace else. I'm not a vampire. Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."

"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asks the stranger suspiciously.

"How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch," he says concentrating on Dean. Dean cocks his head and begins to let the man pull away but Sam steps in and pins him against the wall harder. "Whoa. Easy there, Chachi." The man slowly brings his hand up and pulls out his lip. "See? Fangless. Happy?"

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asks as he lets the man go.

We find out his name is Gordon Walker and he has been in the area for two weeks. He tells us that the Baker Farm the bartender mentioned is just a bunch of hippie freaks. We walk with him to his car and he's telling the guys that the nest is something he's been tracking for a year after killing one of them in Austin. The boys, of course offer to help, but he turns it down claiming to be a lone wolf and tells us he'll buy us all a drink next time we meet up before he gets in his car and drives off.

Since Gordon waived off our help and tried to entice us with a fake Chupacabra hunt, Dean decides to trail him. We watch from afar as Gordon arrives and enters a work mill. Once he is out of sight, we quickly, but quietly exit the car and approach the building.

Inside we find Gordon being held down by a vampire near an operating electric saw. The vamp is close to using the saw to decapitate Gordon when I get his attention by screaming. Yes, I am a female and I will use my feminine ways and pretend not to be a badass when the need arises. The vampire looks toward the noise long enough for Sam to rescue Gordon and Dean to use the distraction to pin the vampire under the electric saw and cut his head off, making a giant mess of not only himself but the whole area.

"So, I guess I owe you that drink now," Gordon says. Sam, Dean and I are all standing there stunned at the events that just took place. Sam and Dean walk away and I turn to follow them when Gordon asks, "So, are you with the Winchesters or are you WITH the Winchesters? Like do they share you? Dean gets you one night and Sam the next?" I look at him disgustedly and go to follow the boys back to the Impala. "What? It was an honest question?" Gordon yells after me, laughing.

Sitting in the bar from earlier where I had first spied Gordon, I watch as he holds up his end of the deal and pays for our drinks when Dean goes for his wallet. "No, no, I got it. Told you I'd buy you all a drink and since you saved my life and all, it's the least I can do." He hands some money to the waitress as she sits down the drinks. "There ya go, sweetie," he says charmingly. Gordon raises his shot glass toward us and says, "Another one bites the dust."

A few minutes later, Sam is sitting there, arms folded looking bored and I'm watching the crowd, not listening to the conversation at our table until Dean says my name. "You ok, Nic?"

"Yea, I'm fine. Just a little tired. Think I'm gonna head back to the motel."

"You sure?" Dean asks, concerned.

"Yea Nicki. Don't be a debbie downer."

"My name is Nicole, Nic for short. Not Nicki," I snap at Gordon. Ever since his little barb back at the mill, the man has gotten on my last nerve. "Okay. No offense meant. We're just celebrating a little. Job well done," Gordon says, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Come on, Nic. I'll walk back with you. Decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, either."

Dean watches his brother and his girlfriend leave the bar together and Gordon notices so he takes a jab to see if he can get a reaction from his new friend. "Hope those two don't have too much fun at the motel."

"Nah, knowing them, they'll be searching for our next case," Dean says, totally oblivious to the innuendo or Gordon's stare.

Once back at the motel, Sam and I discuss our mutual dislike of Gordon. "I don't know Nic. Something about him just rubs me the wrong way."

"I know Sam. He even insinuated that I was…." I begin but decide not to tell him what Gordon had said to me. It wasn't worth it. "You know what, never mind. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of getting into my head. But, Sam, I don't think Gordon is a good man."

"I'm gonna call Ellen and see if he's ever been by her place. Maybe she knows something."

"Oh goody. Yea, maybe Jo knows him really well," I mumble under my breath.

Sam calls Ellen and asks about Gordon. Ellen tells Sam that she knows Gordon and when Sam tells her that we were kinda working a case with him, she begs Sam for us to cut all ties with him, but doesn't give anymore information on the matter. Suddenly there is a noise outside our door so Sam gets off the phone and we go to check it out. As soon as we both get to the exterior of our room, I feel something hit me on the back of the head and I see Sam go down right before everything turns black.