Dean threw a quick sideways glance to his car. "Beast? Well she does have a kick ass engine, darling but I don't need saving from my own ..." He stopped when she asked what the hell a car was.
His brow furrowed and green eyes shaded a bit in worry. What the hell. This city was one strange place with strange people but ...
Green eyes traveled down the slender body. She looked like she wore pirate clothing from a really good costume shop. He crouched down, whispering a word while watching her eyes, "Christo." But there was no reaction that he would have expected. Black eyes. Those of a demon.
"You mean to tell me, you don't know what a car is?" His sawed off shot gun, double barrel rested against her chest, just in case. "Who are you?"