Dean had lead me into what he said would be my room, I put down my two bags and left the room saying that I had to go pick something up from my bike.

"Where's your car?" He asked.

'"I drive a bike and I parked it a mile down the road. Because I figured you didn't want people to find the bunker."

He smirked and followed me out. "Smart."

I left the bunker and started the walk down the gravel road, Dead had decided to come with me. His reason was he wanted to be able to keep an eye on me. That's a lie though of course. Because what bad thing could I possibly do going to get my choice vehicle?

I had my helmet under my arm, I could see Dean eyeing it as we walked. I handed it to him and he excitedly took it and looked all around it, inside and out.

"Did you ever want to ride?" I asked.

His smile grew. "Yeah, when I was younger. But dad thought that it wasn't a safe hunter choice."

I smirked. "Well, he has a point. But I wouldn't trade my baby for anything."

I started to notice that was one thing we had immensely in common, our love for our vehicles. It's one of the only things a hunter can be proud of, can hold in his hands and know it won't leave.

When we got to my bike, I ran up to it with a smile on my face. I grabbed the seat. "I'm back baby." I cooed.

Dean laughed, then looked all around the bike in astonishment.

"Beautiful, ain't she?" My pride was overwhelming.

"Just wish I took the chance to ride when I was younger." He admitted.

I had an idea, I was scared to do it but..It may get me in good graces with him.

"Well, why don't we get you one?" I lifted up the seat and grabbed a small bag I had for emergencies, it was filled with various bills.

"I don't even know how to ride." He argued.
I smiled.

"I know." I got on my bike and signalled for him to get on the back. "I'll teach you."

He hesitantly got on the back. But since the bike was meant for only one person so he was pressed up against me. I small blush creeped onto my face but I quickly put on my helmet to hide it. I put the visor down and quickly sped down the road.

I heard Dean say something and grasp my waist tightly, but It was muffled between my helmet and the roar of the engine.

We were close to the bunker, seeing as it was within 5 minute distance. But the road kept going past it, I spread down the road right past the bunker.

"~~~~~~bunker!" I heard Dean yell. I assumed he was saying that we passed it.

"I know!" I yelled back, "We're training!"

While driving down the road, we soon entered a small city. Along a highway stretch, there was a auto dealer, and with it, a motorcycle dealership as well. I pulled in and got off the bike.

I took my helmet off and looked at Dean, wind had fully given his hair a new do and rosy cheeks too. I started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Hair, and you look like you've been blushing for hours."

He quickly started running his hands through his hair in an attempt to fix it. But only made it worse.

"Here, let me." I ran my hands through his hair, he let out a small huff and closed his eyes. His face relaxed.

"You're good." I smiled.

I felt a little odd after fixing his hair, unless Dean has some kinks, (Wouldn't surprise me, cause he seems to ask to get his ass kicked, from what I've heard) I don't think you should let out a small man moan. But I digress, it may have been a coincidence and I'm imagining things.

I saw him look around the lot like hunter in an open bar witch burning. I found it amusing to see that a little bit of Dean was a stereotypical bad boy, that may have resulted in the multiple layers. Hell if I know.

I followed him for a bit, he noticed a standard black crotch rocket and he seemed to fall in love with it instantly. It looked exactly like mine, except pure black. A smile crept across my face as I remembered, I do my own paint jobs because it's cheaper. Then, impersonation hit. I had a small present for him.

"Are you sure I can do this?" He asked gingerly. I tried to hide my smile; Dean Winchester, afraid to ask for things he wants.

"Yes, is this the one you want?" I questioned, looking at the paint, making sure there were no scuffs, looked at the seat and seeing if I could put a compartment in it.

He grasped the handles and smiled. "Yes."

After an agonizing talk with the sales manager about getting a different bike for less money, but was 'better condition' I scoffed at him as I noticed the wheels weren't tightened, the seat was rubbed down to foam, and the grips on the handles were gone. I assured him the one Dean picked out was the one we wanted. The sales manager asked if he needed a helmet, I said yes and we followed him inside.

There was a big display case with different styles of helmets from bicycle to motorcycle. Some had front covers for sun glare and bugs and wind, I told Dean that that was what he should get. He complied and we started looking as designs.

"Well, we can get him an extravagant blue." The manager said with a plastic smile you only get from hating your life for 10 years and a trophy Barbie wife.

Dean frowned as I shook my head.

"I believe we're looking for something in a charcoal black with a design on it." I smiled as Dean agreed with me.

The managers smile faltered, he grabbed a helmet from the back that was exactly what we were looking for, minus the design which I promised I would take care of.

"Will that be all today?" The manager asked.

"Yes." Dean replied bluntly.

"Great-" The manager dragged on. "Let's go get the paperwork sorted and you'll be on your way."
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30 Minuets Later
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After paperwork was sorted out, I told Dean that we would be driving them back to the bunker and I told him I would work on his bike and helmet design.

He gingerly got onto his bike and roughly grasped the handles.

"Ok, so first, you're sitting up too straight." I commented, as he slowly let go of the handles, seeing how shiny they had become under his grasp.

I pulled my bike right up beside his and showed him how to sit on it properly.

"Just sit far back but lean far forwards." I attempted to explain. Thank god it worked because he copied me exactly.

"Now you get why these are only one person vehicles. Unless you're dating the person riding with you."

He smirked. "I noticed, it gets very...personal." He his his face and put on his helmet.

I put mine on and told him to go ahead of me. He slowly pushed on the gas and he moved forwards, a little wobbly at first so I yelled for him to go faster. He did as he was told and I tried my best not to let my mouth hang agape.

He was a pro at this, no screw ups and no crashes yet.

He quickly sped off, leaving me behind.

"Oh hell no." I sped after him.

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10 Minuets Later
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When we neared the bunker, Dean slowed down perfectly and didn't even fall getting off it. How he was so good already I would never understand.

I got off beside him and took off my helmet to see a smiling Dean from ear to ear. He made me think of what he was probably like before all of this, so long ago it probably seemed like a fuzzy drunk dream for him. I know mine does.

"I can't believe it." He stated.

I grasped his arm and smiled up at him.

"Let's put these baby's away and go tell Sam."

As we walked into the garage, rolling our bikes along I realized that Dean looked like he wanted to laugh at something.

"What's so funny, you giggling bitch?" I asked.

"I just realized this, we're motorcycle twins."

I rolled my eyes.

"And you wonder why people think you're gay, Dean. This is why."

"Fuck you I'm hilarious."