(Before we begin, I'd like to say I'm only on season 2 of supernatural so don't spoil anything please I beg of you.)

The shiny, blue 1966 Shelby 427 Cobra pulled to a smooth stop in the parking lot of a pub in the tiny town of Stowe, Vermont. The owner of said vehicle smiled at a nice looking, black 1967 Chevrolet Impala as he turned the engine off and exited the car. He walked into the building and over to the counter.
     He passed a young man with long-ish, dark brown hair and he quietly commented "nerd" as he noticed the large amount of papers piling up the table along with a laptop. The man shot him a look but continued on with his research.
     (M/N) sat on the uncomfortable stool and waved the bartender over, ordering a beer as soon as she arrived. He noticed the person he sat next to smelled strangely like salt and as he looked over said person with the brown, slightly cow licked hair was flirting with multiple girls at once. Being so close to all that was happening right there, (M/N) couldn't help but listen to their conversation.
     "Yeah, I fought em off with my bare hands too. They put up a fight, but I was stronger." The man said and the girls giggled and oohed in response. On the other hand, (M/N) snorted in response, choking on his newly arrived beer slightly. The man turned to look at him.
"S'there a problem?" He asked. (M/N) shook his head.
"No, no. No problem..." (M/N) lifted up his mug to take a sip of his beverage but muttered, "superman.."
     The man stiffened and stared at (M/N)
"You're a real smartass, talking to a..top ranking bear hunter like that." He said. (M/N) had to hold in his laughter as he finished his beer. He set money down on the counter next to his mug and stood up.
"Mhm, yeah, nice Impala by the way." (M/N) patted the man's back and shoved his hands into his jean pockets, making his way to the door. The man at the bar's eyes had widened and so had the "nerd"'s. (M/N) leaned against the hood of his car for a bit, looking up at the breathtaking stars.

Not long after he exited the pub, the bar guy and the nerd exited as well, walking quickly towards him. (M/N) smiled before the bar guy grabbed him by the collar and slammed him up against he wall.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" He growled.
"For a long time I used to think I was depressed..." (M/N) said suddenly.
"Uh...dude.." The man replied in confusion.
"Turns out I just really love dogs 'n when they leave I get sad." (M/N) added. The bar guy growled and pushed him harder against the wall.
"I oughta beat your ass-"
"Dean! Calm down." He was interrupted by the nerd. Said person looked at (M/N) calmly.
"How did you know that was our car?" He asked.
"I didn't but now I do." (M/N) replied cheekily. The bar guy, who now (m/n) knew was 'Dean,' let him go and stepped back. He turned and started walking towards the Impala.
"C'mon, Sammy!" Dean shouted and the nerd gave (M/N) one last look and followed after him.
"Nice Cobra, by the way," Dean called.
"Thanks!" (M/N) shouted back.
"Bluebell" Dean called again, but slightly quieter.
"I heard that!" (M/N) yelled, and with that the sleek Impala drove away.

Down the street to the same motel (M/N) was staying in.