Dean was a little bit of a showoff, admittedly, but god damn, did he show off when he knew you were in the crowd.

You, his greatest rival's younger sibling. You, who came to every single race to watch your brother — but more often ended up with your widened eyes on him. It was hard to not cater toward that sweet adoration and intrigue. You were pretty, what was a guy supposed to do but impress the pretty thing who wanted him when you shouldn't?

The first thing Dean's eyes do when he steps out of Baby and onto the dirt road beneath him is search for you. And of course, there you are in the front of the gathering crowd, your eyes locked onto his form without an ounce of hesitation.

Dean shoves his car keys into his pocket before nodding in gesture for you to come closer, back pressed against the car frame as he waits, his free arm resting atop the window of his open door. It's cute, the way your eyes dart around for the sight of your brother before you make your way up to him. Like he was the bad guy your family warned you about.

"Hey, sweetness," he says once you're close enough, his head cocking to the side in observatory amusement. His eyes track over you, a slow sweep down, and a slower one back up. "Came jus' for me again, did you? What did I do to deserve all of this loyalty?"

The answer was probably simpler than that. He was off limits, and you were tempted by the mystery of your older brother's warnings. That didn't mean Dean wasn't going to fully take advantage of the circumstances.

He nods backwards to the car behind him, lips quirking in the corners. "Wanna hop in?" It's a simple invite, ladened with implications that he'd let you piece together yourself. "Promise she doesn't bite. She's a very good girl to me, aren't you, Baby?" he pats the top of his car with a widening smirk. "Can find out for yourself, if you'd like."