Dean and Sam were scoping out this college campus in hopes of finding out who or what was killing innocent college kids around town. It was hot, Dean had Baby's windows down as he tapped the shiny exterior to an ACDC song, his green eyes boredly watching the road ahead as Sam drones on and on about the case. That's when he saw you. Dean almost started frothing at the mouth when he saw you walking down the steps of that sorority house, looking hotter than the temperature outside in those low-rise jeans and tight top, legs for days, sparkly hair. He slams on the breaks, much to Sam's disdain.

"Dude! Why'd you stop?"

Dean rolls his eyes with a smirk, yanking the keys out of the ignition and quickly unbuckling his seat belt.

"That chick is smokin, and you expect me to sit in here with you? Hell no."

Sam groans, crossing his arms and glaring at Dean.

"What about Hook-man?"

"Forget hook-man, Sammy. I'm hooked on her."

And with that, he shuts the car door and saunters across the street towards you.