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“A 67 impala? That was yours?” A british accent asks coming up the steps of the sidewalk.

“Bella.” Sam breathes out as the three of you lift your head to look at the infamous Bella. To be honest she is even hotter than the guys described her to you

“I’m sorry, I had that car towed.” Her heels resound on the concrete with more class that you’d ever have.

“You what?” Dean snaps.

“It was in a tow area”

“No it wasn’t!” Dean push past you and walks closer to her, Sam and you following suit.

“It was when I finished with it.” She whispers and you find yourself unable to take your eyes off her, missing the rest of the exchange.

You’re Alex?” Sam asks and you go back to reality. “You’re working with that old lady.

You really should be paying attention to what they’re saying but you’re not able to with they way her lips move and the sweet perfume that emanates out of her when  the breeze blows her way.

All of the sudden you see her walk to you and extend her hand, “I don't believe we have met.” She says with a sweet smile and you take her hand.

Soft as silk. “Y/N.” 

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” She pulls you loser to her and hands you a card. “Here’s my number, maybe we can work together on this.”

She starts walking backwards and winks at you. “Oh, don’t you dare look down your nose at me, Dean.” 

“And I’d really get to that car if I were you, before they find the arsenal.”

“Oh, and Y/N… looking forward hearing from you.” She winks one more time and shudder when Sam’s hand lands on your shoulder.

“Really Y/N?”

“What?”

“She shot me!”