Dean crossed his arms over his chest. On other days, it might be the most awesome thing in the world that a blonde who, from what he could tell, hadn't bothered to put on a bra this morning, was leaning on his car. But right now, she was between him and coffee. And since last night was full of fun and adventure and crazy, that was *not* a good place for anyone to be.
He smiled, and then the smile became a line.
"Look, I know you like the car, but she's not a chair," Dean said. There was a slight note of frustration in his voice. He was trying not to be a total jerk.
Her car, though. He looked around the lot. It was pretty parked up, but it was possible.
"Where was it?" he asked. He could grab the clueless kid in the office and ask him a bunch of questions, and do the police report thing, if he had to.