
Who: Dean and Elle (
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What: A night on the town, following this
When: Some time between Dean's birthday and this upcoming Thursday
Elle would certainly be able to hear the Impala coming far before she'd even be able to see it. Not just because it was a beast of a thing, but also because Dean had the windows down, and was blaring some celebratory "Thunderstruck", drumming his hand out the window against the door. Still riding high off the AC/DC tickets Sammy had given him yesterday, topped off with scoring backstage passes off that hot forensics chick, Dean was feeling excessively optimistic for someone spending most of his time recently trying to ward off the Apocalypse.
And nothing fed his enthusiasm like a night out with a beautiful woman who knew what she wanted and didn't seem afraid to take it. Which was exactly the vibe he'd gotten off this Elle.
A grin spread across his face, as he drove up towards the fountain, because there she was, exactly as promised: down to the leather jacket and hooker boots. He slid his unnecessary-for-the-weather sunglasses down his nose to get a better look as he pulled to a stop.