Dean noticed the car before he noticed the girl. A '95 Olds Cutlass Supreme, convertible, teal with a white top. Sweet. Well, he wasn't all that crazy about the teal, but other than that, she was a sweet looking car. With a flat tire.
Dean pulled the Impala over and that was when he noticed the girl. Tall, dark, and beautiful. A damsel in distress, and he was just the guy to help. He got out of the car, trying his best to look suave and debonair, hands shoved in the front pockets of his jeans, a smile on his face as he strolled casually toward her, noticing how she gave him the once over more than once.
"Hey, I noticed you have a flat tire," he told her. "Can I help?"
"I just called Triple A, but thanks anyway," she replied, smiling back.
Dean's heart skipped a beat. Not beautiful. Make that gorgeous. He glanced backwards and forwards along the road to check for oncoming traffic and seeing none, he shrugged. "I'm here, they're not. I know a few things about cars. I can probably have it changed before they even get here."
The girl seemed to consider a moment, studying him with a steady gaze, which he returned just as steadily. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," she told him with a small, almost shy smile.
Dean returned the smile and stepped forward to extend a hand in greeting. "Dean Winchester," he introduced himself, heart beating a little bit faster when she slid her hand into his.
"Nice to meet you, Cassie. See? Now, we're not strangers anymore." Dean smiled, letting her hand linger in his a moment longer than necessary.
"Nice to meet you, Dean. Tell you what. If you can change my flat before Triple A arrives, I'll buy you a cup of coffee. What do you say to that?"
Dean's smile broadened. "I'd say you're on."
(To be continued at some point.)