02 [Location: Taxon. That's right. The whole city.]

[slasher_slayer]

With a full tank of gas, a jug of Mountain Dew, and a bag of Doritos, Cassie was completely ready to start her trek across the City. Find out just how large (or small) her prison was. In the past few days, she'd become restless, fighting the urge to head over to the nearest hatch, and assemble a dummy, just to have something to practice on. Of

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[Location: pimpin' around the Shelley district]

[fudgingkillyou]

Cassie's not the only one cruising around Taxon.

Ever since Dean got his car back, it's like he's a teenager again. Except, instead of looking for his next potential girlfriend, Dean's just enjoying the fact that his car is here. Half the time he doesn't even leave it, just lazes around and listens to his tapes.

But now, he's driving back to Buffy's to see if anyone there is up for hitting the Bronze, mostly because he's bored out of his mind. And on the way there, he sees the van.

Pulling up next to it, he leans out of the window and flashes the chick inside his lady-killer grin.

"Didn't know I wasn't the only one who had wheels around this place."

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie hears the roar of an engine that isn't the Deadmobile's and she frowns, looking over and sees the Impala pull up beside her. Her eyebrows arch.

Well, that answers that question.

"Same here."

Cassie was totally going to ignore the faint blush that filled her cheeks at his grin.

[fudgingkillyou]

Except Dean wasn't going to ignore that faint blush, no sir. That makes his ego inflate, and the lady-killer grin will be staying right in place, thank you very much.

"Haven't seen you before. Name's Dean. Dean Winchester," He says by way of introduction, holding a hand out of his window to shake hers. They're fairly close, so it shouldn't be too much of a struggle.

[slasher_slayer]

"Cassie Hack," she replied, leaning up then reaching down to shake his hand through the open window.

"And I haven't been here long. It'd make sense why you haven't seen me," Cassie explained, arching an eyebrow. "Nice car."

[fudgingkillyou]

"Pleasure to meet you, Cassie Hack." Dean says, shaking her hand firmly. Definitely a pleasure. Dean has a thing for chicks. All types. But Cassie already strikes him as his type.

"Makes sense, yeah," Dean agrees. "And thanks. She's my pride and joy."

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie nods at his saying it was a pleasure, hoping, by now, that her cheeks were back to their non-blushing state. "You too."

"How old is she?" Cassie asks. She couldn't tell you how old the Deadmobile was, or how many miles on it there was when she'd first gotten it. But that thing was the closest she had to a home. And Vlad? Well, fuck, he had to be one of the two people she cared about most in the world.

[fudgingkillyou]

Aww, but Dean likes the blush. He'll just have to try harder, then.

"Around forty years or so," Dean answers, patting the dashboard. He can tell the Deadmobile's been through just as much hell as the Impala has, and it makes him wonder.

"What about yours? Pretty sturdy thing for such a pretty girl," Dean drawls, very comfortable in his seat.

[slasher_slayer]

He will have to try, indeed. Especially on a girl whose not sure what gender she fancies.

"Forty years? That's fuckin' amazing. Most people don't care that much about their cars to keep 'em running that long unless they put them in those retarded-ass car shows," Cassie commented, thorougly impressed.

"I travel a lot," Cassie replied, putting the van into park. "Needed something practical, not pretty."

[fudgingkillyou]

Dean likes a challenge.

"Damn straight. There's no way in Hell I'd ever put this car in a show. Those cars aren't real cars, y'know what I'm saying? Don't have that same touch." Dean follows her example, putting the Impala in park and arranging himself comfortably, grinning at her.

"What a coinky-dink, so do I," Dean replies. "'Cept my car's both pretty and practical."

[slasher_slayer]

Good luck, pal.

"Fuck, they barely ever drive 'em. Don't they, like, drag 'em around in trailers or whatever?" Cassie scoffed, frowning a little, only having heard about the car shows in passing. Her foster father had a friend who was into the car shows. "They're like giant micromachines at that point."

"Yeah, well, I think I'd need a little more trunk space, given that I practically live in this damn thing."

[fudgingkillyou]

"Exactly. Like I said, not real cars. More like giant Tonka trucks. Those are the people that call themselves car fanatics, too." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Hey, you'd be surprised at the things this trunk can hold." Dean says, chuckling.

[slasher_slayer]

"Bullshit," Cassie scoffed, sneering at the thought of the so-called 'car fanatics'.

"Oh?" Cassie's eyebrow arched as she leaned forward a little, looking towards his trunk. "Sure, she's got a big ass, but it's not like it'll be able to hold anything that I would deem useful."

Oh, Cassie. How wrong you are.

[fudgingkillyou]

Oh, Cassie. Dean's going to prove just how wrong you are.

"Really? What kind of things do you deem useful, huh?" Dean asks, raising an eyebrow.

[slasher_slayer]

She'd told Xander and Tara. Why not another person?

"Chainsaws. Knives. Guns. Baseball bats. Other various objects used to crack skulls with," Cassie replied absentmindedly, like she was listing off her grocery list.

[fudgingkillyou]

And hey, Dean's probably the best person to tell, really.

Dean is grinning by the time she's finished with her list. Shaking his head, he opens his door and walks to the trunk, shifting through his keys to open it.

"C'mere and take a look, Miss Hack. I think you'll be surprised," Dean calls to her.

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie turned the engine off, then popped the door open, hopping out of the Deadmobile. She approaches him and he gets a full view of her attire. Combat boots, black, flared miniskirt, and a black tank top held together in some places by safety pins.

Walking the length of the Impala, she ended up beside him. He was tall. A good five inches taller than her. "Surprised of your ancient copies of Playboy?" Cassie smirked, crossing her arms beneath her chest.