"Come on, come on. Don't die on me, Darlin'. Just a little farther... NOOOO!"

I rested my head on the steering wheel, venting my frustration. I put on my hazards and popped the hood.

"Come on, not today." I pull out my phone and place it to my ear, holding it against my shoulder. I reach out for my friend's mind.

'Elle?'

'Lexi, what do you want?'

'Well, I was hightailing it out of here and then my car went ka-phooey. Can I link our minds for a sec so you can tell me what's wrong?'

I could feel her sigh. 'Go ahead.' After the link was complete, she quickly found the issue. 'It's the alternator. That's not a quick fix, bro.'

'Yeah, I know. I...'

"Miss, you need some help?" A man asked, scaring me half to death.

"Hey, Elle. I gotta go," I said out loud into my phone, mentally breaking the link. "Um, kinda. The car went ka-phooey while I was driving. I think it's the alternator."

The man peeked under the hood and dug around to see for himself. "I think you are right. You a car junkie?"

I shook my head. "Not really. My friend's a mechanic. From what I told her, she told me what it was."

"And did she tell you this isn't a quick fix?" I nodded in reply. "Do you need a ride home? I can send my friend to come get your car."

"I don't have a home right now, sir." I peeked over his shoulder and saw another man in his car. You sure know how to pick them, don't you? "Family issues."

"I hear that. Got some of my own." He said. "Where you headed?"

"Anywhere but there," I replied. "I was headed to my storage locker to pick up some stuff. Then, this happened." I gestured to the dead car. "Do you think that friend of yours could pick up two cars?"

"Two? Are you rich or something?"

"No, this one's my uncle's. Mine is at storage; it really needs to get worked on. But parts are extremely hard to get."

"Whatcha got?" The man asked, interest lighting up his face.

"A '67 Impala." I said smirking, looking over at the man's vehicle. "And it looks like you could hook me up with some of those parts. Sweet car by the way."

"Thanks. And why don't you hitch a ride with us? We're staying at a motel not too far from here."

"I really don't know. I just met you in all." I started searching the two men's minds and didn't find any bad intentions. Yet.

"Just for the night. You look like you need the sleep."

You shouldn't go with strangers, Lex. But you saw so yourself. They're not bad guys. Finally, I nodded, "Sure, but just for tonight. Then, tomorrow I'll figure out what to do from there."

"Sounds good." He turned his head towards his car. "Hey, Sammy! Come help the little lady with her things. She's crashing with us tonight." As the other man got out of the car, I could tell he thought his companion meant something else.

"You hitting on poor helpless girls now?" He asked.

"No, you idiot." He said smacking the back of 'Sammy's' head. "She's just staying the night, till she can get a tow truck out here to get her car. Isn't that right... I didn't get your name."

"Lexie... Grey." I said sticking out my hand.

He shook it. "Pleasure. You met my little brother. I'm Dean. Dean Winchester."

••••

So this story is a bit of a crossover with the X-men but not too much.

ALSO, A BIT OF WARNING TO THE FANS********

I have learned about this show through you, the fans, and the hilarious tumblr posts you have created.

I have watched clips of the show constantly for the last couple of years.

Even though I literally haven't watched the show, I have a basic understanding of the premise of this show and the characters within it.

WITH THAT SAID*****

If you see any inconsistencies with the show in this story (besides the X-men stuff), please politely correct me and point me in the right direction.

Thank you and see you later, ass-butts.