"yes?" Your voice said through the black biker helmet, and Dean nearly buckled right then and there.

You stood right next to your shiny black motorcycle, which Dean was just admiring before you came back donning motorcycle gear and your helmet. He couldn't see your face but he just knew that he was done for.

"H-hi" he stumbled which was unusual for him and he flushed harder. "Uhm...nice ride" he tried, wanting to act tougher even though it didn't quite work.