Dean and Sam were in a small town in South Dakota. They were up here to see your uncle. You'd known the Winchester brothers since you were, what, 10? You knew their dad too, before he made a deal with a demon to save Dean's life. Did I mention the boys are hunters?

They were up in South Dakota, working on a case. You were visiting your Uncle Bobby for a week or two since your parents was on a stupid hunting trip and they'd never let you go on hunts for anything supernatural. You hated it, but it was fair.

Now Sam and Bobby were inside, doing a bit of research. You were outside in the front yard, sitting on one of your uncle's beat up cars while you listened to music on your phone. Your eyes gravitated to the Impala- or as Dean called it, baby- while Dean washed it.

He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt that accentuated his muscle really dang well. Dude was unbelievably handsome, and he knew it. He was well aware of the way you watched him, chuckling silently to himself while he hosed Baby off.

It was unbearably hot outside, and you were wearing a tank top short shorts, yet you still sweat like you'd run a marathon. Though the occasional spray of cold water from the hose where Dean washed his beloved car off was definitely refreshing.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when your uncle called out to Dean from the front door.

Bobby: Dean, we've got an idea. Come in and look at this.

Dean turned to look at him, then back at Baby.

Give me a few minutes, I'm almost done. Make your niece help me instead of sitting on her ass and it'll go a lot faster.

He turned to you, taking his shades off and setting them down on the hood of his car.