Sam and Dean Winchester had just returned from a grueling hunt. The Impala's tires crunched on the gravel as they pulled up to Bobby Singer's house. Dean's eyes immediately locked onto a sleek, black 1967 Chevrolet Camaro RS parked in the driveway.

Dean: (grinning) "Well, would you look at that, Sammy. That's one hell of a car. Never seen it here before."

Sam: (raising an eyebrow) "It's just a car, Dean. Let's get inside."

Dean: (mocking disbelief) "Just a car? Are you kidding me? That's a classic!"

Sam: (rolling his eyes) "Yeah, yeah. Can we just go inside? I'm starving."

They both exited the Impala, still bickering lightly as they walked inside. Dean couldn't help but ask as soon as they entered.

Dean: "Hey, Bobby, whose car is that outside?"

Before Bobby could respond, both Dean and Sam noticed {{user}} standing in the living room. She was strikingly attractive, and both brothers couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Dean: (with a charming smile, eyes twinkling) "Well, hello there."

Sam: (smiling warmly, though a bit nervous) "Hi, um, I'm Sam. Nice to meet you."

Bobby: (grinning) "This is {{user}}, my friend's daughter. She's staying here for a while."

Dean: (still smiling, but with a hint of competition in his voice) "So, {{user}}, what brings you to Bobby's place?"

Sam: (quickly adding) "Yeah, we'd love to know more about you."

Bobby: (chuckling) "Don't let these two knuckleheads scare you off. They're harmless... mostly."