#Sam would probably get booted before Dakota and now they need to deal with a depressed 10ft mutant capable of killing any and all of them

[bhnsby]

If roti was to have ever gotten another season I would like for the team of Mike, Jo, Anne Maria, Scott, Sam and Dakota to have at least been pitched. Sam and Dakota would be Gidgette/Ripaxel but maybe a bit more sufferable, we would’ve gotten mine I mean the fandoms want for the Scott/Jo dynamic to be explored, Mike just wouldn’t be able to catch a break from Jo being Jo, to the tmi he’s getting from Sam and Dakota as he’s the only one nice enough to not shut them down/ignore them, and Scott just,, being self explanatory. I’d like to imagine he gets. Not really a villain arc but basically takes over as the team leader because he hates them all and is going crazy and can’t deal with anyone’s shit anymore

Also we’d get Jomaria gang the jomari- *gets tased*

[lunarsaturn88]

The Woman of Many Faces Part 2

Part 2 of 5

By Whiskeythepainaway & Lunarsaturn88

Warnings: cannon violence, injury.

Sam, Dean, Reader.  Eventually Sam x Reader.

Summary: You are an undercover Agent of the FBI. Agent P. Raised by the government to be the perfect Spy, Assassin, and Soldier. You have many disguises, your latest assignments have been tracking down and taking care of serial killers.

Cowritten with @whiskeythepainaway​

Title image is 100% @lunarsaturn88.

After a four hour drive in a full blizzard you give in and find a hotel for the rest of the storm.  You are in a tiny hotel room, hair dye in your hair. You finally decide to open the encrypted email with your new assignment.

AGENT P. YOU ARE TO LOCATE ,FOLLOW, AND OBSERVE ONLY. THESE MEN ARE HIGHLY DANGEROUS. THE WINCHESTER BROTHERS. HIGHLY SKILLED KILLERS.  HAVE EVADED CAPTURE MULTIPLE TIMES.

NAME: DEAN WINCHESTER DOB: JANUARY  24th, 1979 POB: LAWRENCE, KANSAS HEIGHT: 6' 1" WEIGHT: 175 lbs. HAIR: BROWN EYES: GREEN PRESUMED DEAD  MARCH 7, 2006  ST . LOUIS ,MISSOURI PRESUMED DEAD FEBRUARY 21, 2008 MONUMENT, COLORADO WANTED: CREDIT CARD FRAUD, GRAVE DESECRATION,B&E, KIDNAPPING, ARMED ROBBERY, MURDER. ELDEST SON OF JOHN WINCHESTER AND MARY CAMPBELL. This face looked so familiar.

NAME: SAMUEL WINCHESTER DOB: MARCH  2nd, 1983 POB: LAWRENCE, KANSAS HEIGHT: 6' 4" WEIGHT: 180-180 lbs. HAIR: BROWN EYES: HAZEL PRESUMED DEAD FEBRUARY 21, 2008 MONUMENT, COLORADO WANTED: CREDIT CARD FRAUD, GRAVE DESECRATION,B&E, KIDNAPPING, ARMED ROBBERY, MURDER. YOUNGEST SON OF JOHN WINCHESTER AND MARY CAMPBELL

The photos are younger versions of the two men you spent last night with. Holy hell.  Now how are you going to find them again.

MARY CAMPBELL  DOB: DECEMBER 5, 1954 POB: LAWRENCE, KANSAS DOD: NOVEMBER 2, 1983 POD: LAWRENCE, KANSAS Damn those poor boys. Losing their mother so young, Sam was only 6 months old.  Sam was so sweet though.  

You had met some of the nicest people who were serial killers. The last one was such a sweet old woman, it almost hurt to end her life. That was your job though. You worked for the government, tracking down and dealing with things when needed.  The unsolved case of the 1994 cement bodies in Florida. You found the murderer and made sure he would never hurt anyone again.  It’s a good thing you are good at disguises, maybe, just maybe you could get close to the brothers again. Closing the unfinished file, you go to wash out the dye in your hair.  When this blizzard let’s up you have to head back to that sleepy little lumber town. Three days and a cold trail later you find yourself in Kansas. “Damn it!!” you yell slamming your hand on the steering wheel of your little car.  Since Sam knew what your SUV looked like you got an older Ford Taurus. There was a lot of room in the trunk for all your gear. Sadly it broke down a often.

Here you were in the middle of nowhere on a empty street with another issue with your car. You had been here for about an hour, you didn’t have any service and were getting ready to brave the cold and walk back to town when you hear the rumble of a car engine.

Your hair was now brown, you now adorn brown contacts and fake glasses. Your makeup was done to try to make you look younger.  You are in a oversized sweater and leggings. You were in the process of changing into your boots when you heard the car. You jump out and begin waving and looking down the street.  

A large classic car rumbles up and stops in front of you.

“Need some help, Sweetheart?”  A familiar voice asks with a chuckle.

“Um, yeah.” You say shyly, sticking to your persona. You were standing on the road one boot on untied and the other foot was bare.

Dean climbs out of the car still all cocky and gorgeous. He pulls his jacket closer around him.  

“I, uh, don’t know what’s wrong, I just filled the gas tank.”  You say sheepishly.

“Why don’t you put on your other shoe, before you catch something, while I take a look?” he smiles.

“Oh! Yeah, um. That might be a good idea..” you smile sheepishly at him without moving.  He really looks good. You only half pretending to be completely dazzled by him.

“Go on, and open her up, will ya?” Dean asks now standing at your car’s hood.

“Uh, okay.”  You reply bouncing back to the car. “I, um, don’t normally drive in my boots. I was changing from my Chucks. They aren’t that great for walking in snow.”

Of all the places for him to show up. You had just been thinking that this was going to be a difficult job.  You put on your other boot and walk to the front of your car.  Dean is bent over looking under the hood. You admire the view for a moment.

“So, find what is wrong?” you ask bubbly. “I am so glad you came along, I’ve been out here about an hour and I can’t get any service. I was getting ready to walk back the way I came to the last gas station I stopped at.”

Dean grunts for a moment. “That'd be a long walk, you know there is a town just three miles ahead. You would have had a shorter walk heading that way.”  Dean looks over at you.

“Oh, well without the GPS, I get a little lost.” You say with a frown.

“I can probably get her started and going, but you’ll barely make it into town.” He wipes his hands on a rag he pulled from his pocket.

“Oh, so you travel this way often?” you ask tilting your head.

“Oh occasion, why you planning on getting stranded out here again?”  he asks with a smile.  

“Only if men like you stop to rescue me.” You blush. “OH! Did I say that out loud!” you exclaim. “I’m sorry, I just get all flustered.” You blush again admiring him.

Dean chuckles. “It's alright Sweetheart. You start college around here?”

Your disguise has worked. He doesn’t recognize you. You remember seeing something about University of Kansas ahead of you on the maps before you broke down. “Um, yeah, the University of Kansas. I think I got a little lost though.”

“Well let’s see if we can’t at least get you fixed up enough to get to town, maybe a local mechanic can fix her up better.” Dean says pulling up his sleeves.

“I doubt they could fix her up as good as you could.” You say under your breath. Knowing that Dean was a mighty fine mechanic from your reports.

“What was that?”  Dean asked  standing up again.

“Oh, if you get her running again, I’m trading it in the first chance I get.”

“Sounds like a good idea. Now try to start her for me.” Dean tells you as he again looks at the engine. Within twenty minutes Dean has your car purring.

“How about I follow you into town, make sure you get there okay?” Dean offers.

“Oh that would be great!” you bounce exuberantly then suddenly kiss Dean on the cheek.

Dean gets a look on his face, Shit maybe he recognized your kiss?

“Oh! I’m so sorry!”  you quickly say and blush hiding your face.

“It's alright Sweetheart, let’s get you into town.” Dean chuckles. He guides you to your seat closing your door for you. He then gets in his car and honks at you to get moving.  He does by his word and gets you into town to the first mechanic.  He waves and pulls away as you stop.  The car dies before you can put it in reverse and follow him.

“Dammit!” you slam your hand on the steering wheel. One week later, a new car, and thanks to your sources, you are finally on the trail of the Winchesters.  Several Law enforcement reports mention FBI agents with physical descriptions of the brothers. They were always seen when there was something dramatic about the deaths. Hearts ripped out, blood drained from the bodies, and other strange deaths seem to attract the Winchester brothers.  

Today you are a waitress in a bar in the town that has the latest strange death. You got yourself hired yesterday. You have a wig of straight black hair, Brown eyes, and very tight clothing.  You were waiting for the brothers, at least one of them to show up. This was the bar closest to the least expensive motel in town.  You hoped you were right this time.  It was getting late, you were about to give up when the Brothers walk through the door.  You buy off the waitress who had their table and go to take their orders. Sam seems unhappy. Dean is his charming flirty self.   Sadly they talk in low voices so you never caught what they were talking about.  Dean tries to get you to take him home.  You find a way to politely decline as you are in the rundown motel that they are probably staying at as well.

From the moment you figure out their pattern you find them in each town. Posing as a housekeeper at one hotel. Bar fly in the next town.  Server at a diner. Each time you change your appearance, rotating your hair and eye colors. Using prosthetics and makeup as well to disguise yourself.  Every persona you use your birth name, Y/N, you don't really know why.   After two months, somewhere in South Dakota you lose them.

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[tankcupcakes]

Thunder Road - Part Seven

Summary: Takes place directly at the end of 5x13, The Song Remains the Same – in which Team Free Will is stuck in 1978.

Characters: This is a third person story that will follow Dean, though there is plenty of Sam as well, Castiel, OFC

Warnings: Language and marijuana use for the whole story

Word Count: 3,500

A/N: I took some creative liberties with time travel here, so just roll with me. This is also chock-full of references to music in the 60’s and 70’s – there will be a companion Spotify playlist when the story is complete. No beta, but was brainstormed with and read over by my dear @chelsea072498 I don’t own any the gifs I will be using and I don’t know where they originated, by would be happy to credit if anyone knows who made them.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight Master List

January, 2010 Sioux Falls, South Dakota

“No, not John Lennon!” Eve cried emphatically.

“‘Fraid so, dear,” Bobby said, shaking his head. “George too.”

“Ugh, 2010 is terrible,” she replied with a chuckle.

Bobby had taken to Eve quickly - perhaps because they grew up in the same time and he could relate to her. Eve had always joked that something about her southern accent made people like her, but Dean had noticed this to be true. She had a low voice too, pleasant to the ears. Like her own kind of magic. Dean had found himself daydreaming about this as they all were gathered in the living room - he sat quietly by himself on the couch, staring into space. Bobby and Eve were speaking about things that had happened since 1980 - something that she had not asked about in the past. She had said she didn't want the burden of being a prophet, knowing what would happen before it did. How ironic, that she now knew her own death date. 

Sam and Cas spoke on the other side of the room in hushed voices, presumably about the impending apocalypse, something that Dean knew he should be listening to, but found himself unable to focus on currently. Dean's thoughts rolled around his head in turmoil. He had been agonizing over the situation for hours and had come up empty so far. He'd allowed his mind to wander then, trying to focus on the positive things about being home. One of those things sat in front of him, talking animatedly to Eve from his wheelchair. He had certainly missed Bobby. The fact that he was getting on so well with Eve was wonderful and not surprising, but it felt like the final twist of a knife. Dean had always hoped to have someone like her, someone who understood him, someone his family loved. This sinking feeling that she would soon be gone was one he couldn't shake. As he watched her now, he could tell that Eve was wearing her brave face. She smiled at whatever story Bobby was telling her, and Dean noticed her fingers pulling loose threads from her jacket. One of her legs was crossed over the other, one ankle bouncing up and down. These were both of her nervous tics. She knew too. She knew that she would die - she knew when, where, and how and it made him sick. How could he let her go back to that? Deep within him, he knew there would be no "letting" her do anything - she would do what she chose to and that would be the end of it. It was a quality that he loved about her, even now. He could tell she wanted to excuse herself, to be alone to process everything, but was too polite to do so. Moving for the first time in over an hour, Dean pushed himself off of the couch. He took a few steps over to stand behind Eve, gripping both of her shoulders lightly. She leaned back to look up at him with a crooked smile, covering one of his hands with her own. "Hey Bobby, sorry to interrupt - can I borrow Eve for a minute?" "Sure thing - time for me to refresh my drink anyway," Bobby replied, shaking his empty beer bottle. Dean led the way through the front door, Eve giving a small sigh as they stepped outside. "Doing alright?" he asked. "Perfect timing," she said with a slight laugh. "You know me so well." A ghost of a smile appeared on his face only for a moment. "I know." She stared back at him, reaching up to squeeze his arm but saying nothing for the moment. She lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. "I really like Bobby. I can tell he had a hand with you - a lot of the same mannerisms." She smiled as she thought on it more. "He's always been like a father to me," he said softly. He scuffed the ground with one boot and watched her silently for a moment before clearing his throat. "Would you like to be alone?" "I don't know," she answered honestly with a shrug. She gazed at the ground. "Yes and no. I have a lot rattling around in my head, but... " she paused and looked over at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "But, I know I don't have much time left with you." "Oh, Evie..." He wanted to say so much more than this, but the words caught in his throat and nothing else came. Instead, he took a step toward her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. A sob that she had been holding in escaped her, something she had been trying to prevent all day. "It's okay," he whispered, knowing that it wasn't. "I love you, Eve. It's okay."

=

After Eve had composed herself she seemed to be feeling a little better, and the two of them made their way back inside.

They bullshitted with Bobby for a few more hours before he went off to bed - bringing out a stack of blankets for them, he made a comment about them being adults, so they could figure out their own sleeping arrangements.

Cas and Sam had remained deep in conversation for most of the evening, Sam breaking off and looking exhausted long after Bobby had gone to bed.

“Where's Eve?” he asked and Dean shrugged.

“She might have gone up to the spare room, I haven't seen her for about thirty minutes. I think she wants to be alone.”

“Can't say I blame her,” Sam replied. He stared at Dean for a moment, clearly wanting to say something comforting to him, but settled for a clap on the shoulder. “I'm gonna shower and try to get some sleep.”

Dean nodded, but said nothing as Sam disappeared up the stairs.

Cas sat alone in the living room now, occupying a large armchair and gestured for Dean to sit in the empty one next to him.

Surprised he was able to put it off this long, Dean obliged and took a seat. After several moments of silence, he cocked his head at Cas.

“What happened to you in ‘78, anyway?” Dean asked, leaning forward in his chair. “One minute, you're there, the next - poof.”

Cas shook his head, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I’m still uncertain. Everything went dark and then I was here.” He cleared his throat, his hands clasped in front of him as he sat with his elbows on his knees - a very human stance. “Listen, Dean, I know you probably don't want to talk about Evelyn, but we have to.”

Dean nodded slowly, squeezing his temples with one hand. He glanced around to make sure the room was empty before he spoke. “I've been thinking about it and - isn’t this kind of a good thing? Without Adam, both of their game pieces are off the board." "But, you're not. You're not off the board, you're right here," Cas said pointedly. "We can only hide for so long, I think you know that." Dean stared at him carefully, trying to come up with anything for an argument. "Isn't this a guarantee that Michael will have a vessel? Isn't that what we were trying to prevent?" "Yes, but we need the heat taken off of you - if they take Adam, they have what they want, leaving us time to find and kill the devil." "If Michael has a vessel, what's to stop Lucifer from starting this now?" "Lucifer will wait for Sam." "So, basically you're asking Eve to sacrifice her life to buy us time?" Dean asked incredulously, watching Castiel with disbelief. "Don't put words in my mouth. You know it's not that simple, Dean," Cas replied roughly. "And I'm not asking her to do anything, I'm asking you to fix the mess you made. You did this." He scoffed, shaking his head. He knew that Cas was right, but the matter-of-fact tone he was using pissed Dean off. "So, I have to convince her that this is right?" "It is right, it's history. And I don't think you'll have to convince her. You know her better than I do, what do you think she'll decide?" Choosing to ignore the question, Dean crossed his arms. "Just because something is history doesn't make it right." "Maybe not, but this time, it is." "I refuse to believe that," Dean spat, looking at the ground now. "Believe what you want. You changed the past, so you can fix it or deal with the consequences. But, you're kidding yourself if you think your voice is the only one that matters here," Cas said, and Dean looked up at him again. "Evelyn will make this decision herself and you know it. Regardless of your opinion on it." He wanted to throw the beer bottle in his hand at Cas' head, but he knew full well that he was right about this. "I'm gonna get some air," Dean said, standing suddenly. "I will go and see if there's anything else that can be done about this - but, please don't get your hopes up." Dean didn't answer him, only nodded as he walked out the back door. He took a deep breath of cold air once he was outside, and with a frustrated cry he hurled the bottle across the yard. It shattered against the hood of a broken down Ford, but it didn't make him feel any better. Muttering to himself, he turned around and froze when he saw Eve had been sitting just outside the door and had watched this. "You okay?" she asked tentatively, knowing the answer. He thought about lying, telling her he was fine. "No," he answered honestly, shaking his head. "I'm not." "Me either," she replied softly, offering him a half smile that tore at his heart. He walked over and took a seat on the ground next to her. "I don't know if we can fix this. And I’m, just - I’m so sorry for all of it." She shook her head. "Please, stop apologizing - it's better that I know, now I can take care of everything I need to back home before I... " she stopped and swallowed, unable to say the words. "There may be something we can do, Cas is out trying to find out right now." She considered this, nodding. She was fiddling with something in her hands. "Whatcha got?" Dean asked, gesturing. She showed him the little iPod and chuckled. "Sam gave it to me, he thought listening to some music might help me feel better."

“Did it?" "A little," she said with a shrug. "This thing is amazing, though - how do they fit all the songs in here?" Dean smiled and shook his head. "I'm not sure I fully understand it myself. Technology is crazy." "I know, I saw your phones, Sam's computer... I bet things are very different." "We'll go out tomorrow and see it, okay?" Dean suggested gently, taking one of her hands. "Sure," she said, nodding. She was quiet for a moment before clearing her throat. "So, how long are we gonna pretend that I'm staying here?" Dean opened his mouth and closed it again, shaking his head. He didn't know what to say, so instead he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “For a little while longer," he finally replied.

= Cas was back early the next morning and the expression on his face made it clear that he didn't bring good news with him. Sam, Eve, and even Bobby were still asleep, leading the two of them outside to have their conversation in hushed voices. “I just can't see any way around it,” Cas said, the regret clear on his face. “We’ve got no other options.”

Hesitantly, Dean nodded. He had expected this, had prepared for it, but still found himself rebelling against it. “How much time do we have?”

Cas gave him a look that made it clear he was trying not to lose his temper and he shrugged. “None, Dean.”

“None?”

“We were out of time when you and Sam went back to 1979. Now? There is even less time and even more to deal with.”

“Quit dancing around the answer and just tell me,” Dean replied sharply. “When do we have to send her back?”

“Now, Dean! She has no time left - we have no time.”

Dean crossed his arms and stared back at Cas defiantly. “I need a couple days.”

“Unbelievable - did you hear what I just said?” Dean said nothing as he continued to stand his ground and Cas shook his head. "Do you not understand that we're on a clock here?" "No, I get that, believe me - I'm just asking for a little leeway." "Doesn't it seem a little trivial in the light of everything that's happening?" "Trivial?" Dean repeated, eyes narrowing. He scoffed. "Yeah, I suppose it would seem trivial to you - Castiel, angel of the Lord. But, for the mortal peasants like me," he spat these words and Cas knew that he had struck a nerve, "it's pretty goddamn important." "Dean -" "I'm asking for two days - that's it. Today and tomorrow. You can't give that to her? To me?" Castiel was studying him carefully, but as he began to reply, Dean cut him off. "If anything but 'okay' is about to come out of your mouth, just save it. And you know what, if you can't give me two fucking days with this woman, then you don't get to pretend like I mean shit to you anymore, you got that?" Cas watched him with a piercing gaze, considering his words before heaving a sigh. "Alright, Dean. You have two days, but on that third day-" "I will let her go. And I won't argue with you, but I will be damned if I don't show her a good time before we send her back." Cas nodded. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry that it has to be this way, Dean." "Yeah," he replied, chewing on the inside of his lip, "Me too." After Cas had left, Dean returned inside to find Sam in the kitchen making coffee.

“Mornin’,” Dean said, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” Sam replied, looking over at him as he pressed the brew button. “What's the word? I thought I heard Cas.”

“Yeah, you did,” Dean said as he leaned against the counter. “In a nutshell, we're out of time. There's nothing else.”

Sam’s eyebrows were furrowed as he nodded, casting his gaze down. “It's what we expected.”

“Doesn't make it suck any less,” he replied.

“No, it doesn't,” Sam said quietly.

“How many days were you able to stall for?” Eve’s voice came from the entryway to the living room, and both brothers turned to the sound. “Sorry, I wasn't trying to listen, I just smelled the coffee,” she said, gesturing to the pot.

“Two,” Dean replied, giving her a half smile. “Today and tomorrow.” She nodded and he added, “Good morning.”

“You too,” she said, stepping further inside the kitchen. Sam handed her and Dean full mugs before picking one up for himself.

“You guys have anything fun planned for today?” Sam asked.

“I might have some good stuff on the agenda,” Dean replied, smirking as he shrugged. “Plus, she's easily impressed.”

“That's true,” she confirmed with a nod. “I’m also really excited to see what everything is like, so he won't have to try very hard anyway.”

Sam laughed and shook his head. “Sounds ideal for Dean,” he said with a grin.

Dean gave him an unimpressed look in return.

=

After they all had coffee and breakfast, Dean made his way outside and saw Eve laying on the hood of one of the burned-out cars, staring at the sky.

He smiled to himself and hopped up next to her.

"I want to make a deal with you," he said, prompting a tilt of the head from Eve as she sat up to listen. "We've got the two days - it's not long, but it's the best I could do. You and I are gonna go do and see whatever you like today and tomorrow - but, I don't want to talk about you leaving, okay? Not one mention of it until that third day, and then we can have the conversations we don't want to have and deal with all of this. I know we'll be thinking about it. But, I want these two days to be about you and I. Can you do that?" "I can," she answered, nodding. “Can you?”

“I -” he hesitated, giving her a knowing look as he sighed, “I hope so.” A loud snap! caught their attention and they turned to see Sam standing near them with an old Polaroid camera, laughing as he gestured to it. "Look what I found!" he said, grinning. He snapped another. "That's not still what you use for photos, is it?" Eve asked, looking from Sam back to Dean with a laugh. "Nah, most people just use their phone." "You what?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Show her, Sam," Dean said with a chuckle. Eve stood and stepped over to Sam quickly, eager to see the new technology. He showed her the camera lense on the back of the phone before turning it over and opening the camera application. He pushed the button to take a picture. "See? These new phones are like phones, computers, and cameras combined." "Get out of here," she muttered as he handed it to her. She aimed the camera at him and pressed the button several times, her face lighting up when the photos appeared on the screen. Her smiled slowly dropped and she chewed on her bottom lip. "I wish I could take these pictures with me." She reached briefly for Sam's hand, squeezing his fingers in hers before letting go. Eve handed him back his phone and he nodded solemnly in response before smiling and holding the Polaroid up, pointing it at himself. "Here," he said, turning Eve by her shoulder to look at it too. "Say cheese!" She laughed as Sam took the picture and as it printed out, he handed it to her. "Take this one too," he said softly, slipping one he had just taken of her and Dean in her hand as well. "Thanks, Sam," she whispered, looking down at them. She slid them in her coat pocket and stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck in a hug. "For everything." He did the same, sharing a sorrowful glance with Dean, who broke eye contact to look at the ground a moment later. When she stepped back, Sam was trying to keep his emotions in check as he cleared his throat. "Well, I just wanted to - you know, say goodbye before you guys left. I wasn't sure if I would see you again or..." he trailed off, and Dean gazed at the rocks on the ground again, swallowing the lump in his throat. Eve nodded. "Good luck - I know you guys can do this." Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his breath hitching in his throat as he suddenly embraced Eve again. "I'm so sorry this is happening." "I could say the same to you," she replied with a sad laugh. "I mean it, you guys can save the world, I know you can." "I hope you're right," he said, pulling back with a sigh. He looked over at Dean, who was watching them with a miserable expression. "Have a great time, you two. I'll see you in a few days, Dean." Dean nodded, but found he was unable to offer Sam the halfhearted smile he wanted to. "Thanks, Sammy." As Sam walked away, Dean heaved himself off of the car and clapped his hands together once. "Alright, lady - you and me are outta here." "Oh, yeah?" Eve asked with a laugh. "Whisking me off from the greatest junkyard this side of the Mississippi?" "You better watch what you say about this junkyard - it's Bobby's pride and joy." She feigned surprise, holding a hand to her chest. "Why, I'm sure I don't know what you mean," she said in an even more exaggerated southern accent. Dean snorted and shook his head, gesturing to the Impala. "Get in, you." She smirked and followed him over to the car, circling it before walking to the passenger side. "So, this is the old girl I heard so much about?" "Sure is - this one's my pride and joy," he replied as they both slid inside. "We're not going far - just the other side of the city."

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