'Nope, I know everything there is to know about cars, especially my own,' he replied with a smirk. 'Hell, Sam isn't even really allowed to touch my car and very rarely drives her.'
'Why would they be afraid of you. I mean, you seem like a nice girl...I guess. You look fairly harmless...then again, I know a feisty blonde who seems harmless, but has a nasty sucker punch,' he said. 'Ok, so, we hunters get told we're off all of the time. I guess it's what makes us different.'
There was something off, but if she was a hunter, that could be why. Everything about a hunter would be off. They'd smell like dirt, carry odd charms, and look through strange papers. It all came with the job. It was the life that Dean was use to leading.