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Sabbath’s ass started to vibrate.

“Alright, alright, what now?” She muttered, pulling her phone from her back pocket as she kept walking. She flipped open the phone and scanned the message.

“Mom wants to know where you are and she won’t stop bugging me. She doesn’t believe I don’t know where you are. Call. Her. Now.”

She sighed and started typing a snarky reply, glancing up occasionally from the screen to make sure she didn’t walk into a pole or something. Suddenly, she stopped, looked up, and back-tracked slowly. Her burgundy-painted lips curved into a smile.

“Well, now,” she murmured, “aren’t you breathtaking?”

She lightly ran a hand along the sleek, glossy black hood, stroking lightly and tracing the smooth lines. Her silvery painted nails perfectly matched the gleaming chrome as she moved over to the driver’s side.
“It’s ok, sweetheart,” she crooned to the car, “I’ll be gentle.” She pulled out a set of lock picks and set to work. The lock popped open easily under her hand. A thought occurred and she pulled out her wallet. She looked inside for a moment, then with a triumphant cry, she pulled out a card and tossed it under the car. She opened the door, climbed inside and set to working on the ignition. The engine roared to life and the stereo suddenly started blasting out ACDC’s classic hit, “Back in Black.” Sabbath nodded once in pleased approval. She wound down the window, and, stomping her foot on the accelerator, she tore off, the wind blowing back her dark hair.

“Anything so far?” Dean asked as he headed back to where they’d parked the car. He tugged at his tie as he went, desperate to get out of this monkey suit and into normal clothes.
“Nothing.” John replied tersely. “I’m going to stay here a while; there’s still a few books left to try. Why don’t you call Bobby, make sure we’re on the right track here.”
“Sure.” Dean ended the call with his dad, and opened up the phone’s address book, scrolling down to Bobby’s name. He looked up, and stopped dead. In front of him was an empty space. He looked around sharply, turning in a full circle.
“I’m sure this is where…” he recognised the house across the street with the creepy tree that seemed to be reaching for him, and the street light on the corner. This was definitely where they had parked the car. But then where the hell was it? A cold feeling of dread started to seep through him.
He looked again at the empty spot, hoping for a clue, and saw something white and plastic contrasted against the black asphalt of the road. He picked it up and looked at it, hoping it would the card of a towing company or something, but it was nothing. A gift card. He whirled.
“Son of a bitch!” He yelled out in frustration. What the hell was he going to tell John?

“This is unbelievable,” John snarled under his breath. The brakes of the crapmobile he’d jacked squeaked harshly as his foot barely hovered over the pedal when he slowed to glance down another driveway. “How the hell could you let this happen?”
“What?” Dean asked. “Me? How is this my fault?” Dean regretted the words before they were out of his mouth, but they’d been said, so he stuck it out.
“Obviously you didn’t lock the doors,” John snapped. “You know that without that spell pouch in the trunk, this whole job is a bust and the monster keeps killing?”
Dean subsided in silence, knowing to argue was pointless. He was just as mad as his dad was about the car, not to mention the possibility of a failed hunt, but you didn’t see him blaming the old man, did you? Dean shook his head slightly, banishing the thought, and kept looking out the window, hoping the Impala would suddenly appear around the corner or in the next driveway.

Sabbath waited while the gates to the property opened and rumbled up the drive. She parked in front of the house, cut the engine and climbed out. She gazed admiringly at the car, pleased at how smooth a ride it had been. She looked up to make sure the gates had closed, then turned to head inside.

“There!” Dean suddenly cried, pointing. John slowed the car as they both looked through the slowly closing gates of an estate. They were a good 5 miles outside the town, and both had been starting to get desperate. But there, finally, parked in front of a cottage-style house was the Impala, gleaming in the late afternoon light. John pulled up to the gate, and noticed an intercom placed by the side of the drive. He pressed the call button.
“Yeeeeeeeah?” A female voice drawled from the speaker.
“Uh, yeah,” John cleared his throat and pitched his voice a little higher, trying to sound weak and unthreatening. “Hi. I was wondering if you could help me. My car has been making a horrible noise and there’s smoke coming out from under the hood. I can’t seem to get mobile reception out here; I don’t suppose you could let us in to use your phone?”
“Who’s us?” The woman asked suspiciously.
Dean and John exchanged a look. “It’s only my son and I. Please.”
They waited.
“Yeah, alright. Park on the left.” The gates slowly started to open and John drove in.
Sabbath walked back down the porch onto the drive and watched as the car slowly drove up. She noticed it neither made a horrible noise, well, at least not until the brakes were applied, nor did it smoke. She smiled to herself, suddenly guessing who they really were.
The car pulled to a stop just to the left and behind the Impala and two men got out, too similar in appearance to be anything other than father and son. Both wore leather jackets, both had a few days worth of stubble on their faces, and both were very hot. They held themselves in a ready stance, not threatening, but clearly capable of taking care of themselves. Sabbath couldn’t help but find it amusing that they were both checking her out, and approving what they saw.
Dean concentrated on keeping his jaw from dropping. This chick was hot. Her long dark hair beautifully framed her face, and her green eyes sparkled with a delightful hint of mischief. Her lips looked incredibly sensual, smiling slightly, and Dean couldn’t help wondering what they tasted like. She leaned lightly against the Impala, her feet and arms crossed. For some reason he couldn’t really explain, he thought she looked incredibly graceful.
John eyed the girl. She looked about the same age as Dean, and, though he felt very wrong for thinking it, she was incredibly good looking. John found himself wishing he were 10 years younger. As she leaned against the car, John repressed a smile and glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eye. Perhaps his son had finally met his match. He looked back at the girl, and started to speak.
“Let me guess,” Sabbath cut him off. “You two are the previous owners of this,” she patted the car’s roof, “beautiful piece of machinery.”
“Not the previous owners,” John said. “The current owners.”
Sabbath cocked her head and looked at him, puzzled. “What? It’s mine now. I left you something in trade.”
“Yeah,” Dean cut in, irritated. He pulled a plastic card from his pocket and held it up. “An Amazon gift card.”
“Hey, it’s full up,” Sabbath reassured him. “It hasn’t been used.”
“It’s for 50 euros.”
“Uh, have you seen the exchange rate lately? You’re welcome.”
“Look,” John said, “we don’t want any trouble. We just want to trade back.”
Sabbath looked them over. “Well,” she said, pushing herself off the car, “I can see why you want it back. I mean, kudos, really. You’ve kept it in reeeeeally good condition. I peeked under the hood. All those gleaming original parts,” she shivered. “I gotta admit, it made me tingle all over to see. And those tapes. I mean,” she grinned, “the fact you haven’t upgraded to a crappy CD player but kept it original. And the bands!” She started applauding. “Such a great mix of so many classic rock and metal bands. I heartily approve. However,” she stopped clapping, switching suddenly to a serious mien, “I think your wanting this car is really only 90% of it. And this,” she reached behind her and dangled a small hessian bag with an odd symbol stitched on it from her hand, “is the last 10%.”
John involuntarily moved forward before checking himself. He had to resist the urge to snatch the bag from her hand.
Sabbath moved to the back of the car and hoisted herself up onto the trunk, “I found this in the trunk. Awesome trunk, by the way. I mean, not only is there space for at least 3 bodies, I found a secret compartment. Oh, I do so love a secret compartment. Now, that, boys,” Sabbath praised, “is one hell of a collection. Everything for the modern hunter, plus a few extras.”
Dean and John stared at her.
“Hell, what you don’t have in there, you’ve got enough of the basic ingredients to make.” Sabbath continued. “I’m very impressed. No lie. Very impressed indeed. And, while I’m no expert, I’m guessing this little gem,” she bounced the small pouch in her hand a few times, “is to be used against a witch or, well, whatever it is that’s been killing the locals.”
“You knew those killings weren’t done by a human?” Dean asked. “And you did nothing?”
“I didn’t know,” Sabbath clarified. “I suspected. Like I said, I’m no expert.” She tossed him the pouch. “But far be it from me to keep an evil killing monster alive to pick off innocent people.” She hopped off down the car, gave them a half-wave, smiled at them, and wandered back toward the house.
Dean’s eyes drifted down to her backside, before he noticed his father glaring at him.
“So what about the car?” John called after her.
“Huh?” Sabbath turned. “The car?” She looked them over. “Oh, let me guess. You two are the previous owners of this beautiful piece of machinery. Wait,” she paused for a moment, head cocked, thinking. “Didn’t we already do this?”
Dean and John exchanged a glance, then looked back at her.
Sabbath turned slightly sideways, away from them. “Yeah, you said… and I… gift card… metal, and the trunk, right! Yes!” She looked up triumphantly and gave them a smile. “Yes, we did all this.”
“Uh,” Dean asked warily. “You ok?”
“It’s ok,” Sabbath smiled warmly at him. “Don’t mind me. I’m crazy.” She waved it away and turned toward the Impala. “Ah, yes! The car!” She eyed the two men in front of her. “You wanna trade for it back?”
Dean and John both nodded carefully, and Dean held out the gift card.
“Oh, no,” Sabbath dismissed his offer with a shake of her head. “Not that. That’s boring. What else? Let’s see….”
John gestured to the crapmobile beside him. “This?”
“Oh hell no!” Sabbath made a face. “No, you’re definitely taking that with you. No, I was thinking maybe more….” She cocked her head in thought, then suddenly snapped her fingers. “Got it!” She announced triumphantly. “You take the car, and in trade, you give me your names and numbers.” Before John could reply, she held up a finger. “And your real names, by the way. No fake names. How about it?”
Dean looked at his dad, not sure what he would say. Secretly, Dean hoped he’d do it, because Dean really wanted to be able to talk to this girl again. He found her fascinating.
John weighed it over in his mind. What was the risk of giving this girl their real names and numbers? Why did she even want them? She’d indicated that she at least knew about hunters and the monsters in the world, and while she obviously wasn’t a hunter herself, she wasn’t on the side of the monsters, either. And what was that moment she’d just had, where she’d seemed to forget the entire conversation? Was that real, or an act? And if it was an act, what was the point? He didn’t even bother asking Dean for his opinion. It was clear his son was eager to give the girl his number, no doubt hoping for a booty call out of it. While John didn’t entirely blame him, he disapproved of Dean letting his base lust get in the way of his thinking. John didn’t doubt it would get him into trouble one day.
After wracking his brain for a good minute, John finally sighed. “Alright,” he nodded. “Got a pen?”