Refreshed and in a skintight pair of leather pants, with a flaming red top, I felt more like myself again. I started walking towards the general living quarters of the bunker, when I heard the Winchesters and the angels bickering. "But Gabriel! You don't know if it's safe!" Castiël. "Cassie, you don't know it isn't. Besides, we will both be there. We can heal, right? So..." Gabe retorted. "Gabriel, be reasonable." Sam interupted. "Sammy, he is right! Two angels, one of which is an Archangel... What better contingency plan can you want?" Dean piped up. It seemed the question of the spell was still unresolved. Not wanting to butt in, I turned on my heel and headed down another passage.
I opened a door and gasped. Rows and rows of beautiful, classic cars, Baby standing a bit on the side. I was betting that she stood there because Dean wanted her ready to roll. She was facing the garage door and my palms itched to touch her. I checked the doors and they were open. I opened the door, wincing as it squeaked. Looking around furtively, I got in the driverseat and placed my hands on her steeringwheel. "God! You are beautiful, Baby." I whispered, stroking the soft leather. Her ignition was sadly devoid of keys, but I hadn't really expected them to be there. Baby might be unlocked, but Dean wasn't stupid. With a sigh I got out again, stroking her roof and marvelling at the smooth paint. "Bye, Baby. Hope I can ride with you once again." I sighed and turned away.
My eyes fell on a bright red Datsun 240Z and I squeed. He wasn't as lovingly cared for as Baby, but his paintjob was gleaming and I could tell Dean had tinkered with him. Most cars were a bit dusty and you could feel the neglect, but some, like the Datsun, had been washed, waxed and polished. An old Mustang stood with it's hood open and parts littered the ground around it. I stepped up to the Datsun and let my hand slide over his hood. "Hey, handsome. I take it Dean is patching you all up a bit in his spare time." The paint was smooth and shiny and in the dim garage light it almost felt like Handsome was breathing. Therefore I jumped a foot in the air when someone said: "Yeah. Kills time." I turned around and saw Dean saunter towards me. He unconsiously touched Baby's trunk in passing and I smiled. "And it keeps my skills honed. One day I might stop hunting. I need a back up." Dean smirked, not truely believing he would ever get to use the back up.