Time For A little Fun{Dean}

[riley]

Riley pulled over to the side of the road because her car was steaming under the hood. She opened the door climbing out in her black boots ,Denim jeans and cute red halter top. Riley was pissed off her car never broke down before and she was pissed because she had to be somewhere. Riley walked to the front of the car, opening the hood to see what was the problem. It seemed like a wire was busted or something, she was no good with cars so she could not tell what the problem was. Riley tried to get a signal out on her cell but she couldn't, so she shut the hood of her car and sat on it.


"This shit sucks,I have to be in Mexico with in the hour or two hours anyway."

Riley took a bottle of water from her back seat ,opening it she took a long sip. She started singing Eye of the Tiger while on the hood. She stopped when she saw someone in a Chevy IMPALA pull up with a hot guy driving it. Riley took a closer look at the guy in the drivers seat he was sort of rugged and handsome.

"Hey my car broke down you think you can help me."

Riley hopped off the hood of the car making her way towards his. She walked the length of his car with a smile on her face, she never had a smile on her face. She loved old cars because her father did it was the one thing she knew about him, the only thing she liked about him.

"Nice car its an IMPALA right. Still in working order very nice, Got to love a man with a great taste in cars."

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

Dean wasn't exactly paying attention to the road at the moment, too busy trying to find a radio station that didn't play country music. He'd dropped Sam off at the local library to do some research, claiming he had something he had to go check out in the meantime. In truth, he simply didn't want to be stuck inside on a bright, sunny day like today. It was amazing how much you missed the sun after forty years of not having any.

"C'mon...anything but the Dixie Chicks, please." He begged the stereo, half watching the road ahead as he did. In the end he gave up fiddling and reached under the passenger seat for a cassette instead. After a few moments fishing, he picked one out and held it up to see what it was.

"And the winner is.....heh, sweet!" He grinned, reading the faded label on the little plastic tape that had 'Motorhead' scrawled on it in felt pen. He slipped the tape into the deck and began tapping on the steering wheel with his fingers when the opening riffs of Jailbait started blaring out of the speakers.

Up ahead, one of the most beauitful things he had ever seen in his life was sitting by the side of the road and Dean slowed down to stare.

"Hello sexy...." He muttered to himself, eyeing up the Aston Martin. Then as though he'd been caught cheating, he quickly patted the Impala's dash lovingly.

"She ain't got nothing on you babe, don't sweat it." He reassured the car. If Sam had been there, he would have no doubt rolled his eyes.

It was then that he spotted the young woman sitting on the hood, sipping on a bottle of water. He stopped and rolled the window down as she came over to talk to him.

"Car trouble? Heh, you're in luck. I know a thing or two about engines." Parking up in front of her car, Dean stepped out to find the woman appraising his wheels.

"Nice car its an IMPALA right. Still in working order very nice, Got to love a man with a great taste in cars."

"Yeah, she's a sixty seven." He informed her, pleasantly surprised that such a pretty face was familiar with the classics. He always like it when people complimented his car.

"I could say the same thing to you, an Aston right? Nice. You wanna pop the hood and I'll take a look? What seems to be the trouble?"

[riley]

Riley looked at the guy smiling at him"So you know a little about cars. Well then i am glad you stopped by to help little old me." Riley walked over to pop the hood of her Aston martin to let him have a look. "Sixty seven good year for cars. Well she is a beauty hows she run." Riley made her way over and bent down to see in side "Looks like the original leather too." Riley heard him talking about her car she nodded." Yeah she's my baby, she's the best but nothing like your I know a classic when I see one. " She looked over at him from where she was bent looking at his car. "Blame it on my dad it was the only thing I know its all he had time for when he was around."

Riley stood up leaning against the guys car. "So do you know what the problem is." Riley looked at her watch she took her phone sending a text saying she won't make it and that she was having car trouble truth be told she just didn't want to go. she was thankful that the car broke down when it did. "So how long have you had her, the car I mean." She looked at the guy with a smile. "Sorry I'm Riley...Riley Carson and you are?"

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

Dean lifted the hood up and leaned underneath it to inspect the engine, only half listening to Riley as she talked about his car. He found the likely cause of the breakdown, one wire near the radiator looked burnt and blackened.

"Looks like your radiator overheated. Melted this wire." He pointed for her to see then came out from underneath the hood again to go to his own trunk.

"I might have something that'll make do as a replacement." He commented, lifting the lid to get his tools out, making sure that the hidden compartment underneath stayed hidden.

"Sorry I'm Riley...Riley Carson and you are?"

"Wondering if you're a reporter in your day job." Dean teased, setting down his tools by the engine. "You sure do ask a lot of questions."

[riley]

Riley looked up when he said something about her car."Oh well I guess it will have to do for now. Thanks but you don't have to do that." She looked at the guy in front of her and laughed." Not today anyway. Actually I work with food and such. I am guessing you don't do the whole question thing."

Riley smiled at him making her way back to her car." Is there any way I can help." Riley looked at him then laughed." Well i guess speeding in this baby is not a good Idea until I can get her fixed like new." Riley looked at Dean with a grin on her face. "How fast does your baby go. Sorry with all the questions I am just curious which gets me in to trouble a lot actually."

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

"It's not a problem." Dean said with a casual wave of his hand. Helping people was what he did, so coming to the aid of a woman at the side of the road was a given. He began unhooking the melted cable and fished around his kit for a replacement. He held spares for a few things on the Impala that often got worn easily from all the driving they did. It wasn't ideal for an Aston Martin, but it would work none the less.

"And no, you could say I'm not that big on questions. I find answering them tends to be the thing that gets me into the most trouble." He grinned up at her as he worked. Once the new cable was secure, he dropped his spanner back into his tool box and reached for her bottle of water.

"Do you mind?" He asked, taking it to top up the radiator again. "Don't want it over heating next time you decide to put pedal to metal." He handed back the empty bottle and closed the hood again.

"So you like fast cars, huh? Well I think it's more important who's behind the wheel rather than how much horsepower you got."