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Aveline grinned slightly with the mention of it, watching him. "Thanks," she murmured genuinely, glad to hear it from somebody like Dean, who'd already caught her attention so easily. "So, have you always been into cars? Is it something you grew up with?"

Sam nodded in understanding, watching her with concern, and gave her hand a squeeze. "That's okay," he assured her, offering a smile, "Really. Everybody has something that puts them off." He shrugged gently. "If you're sure. I just don't want you to feel rushed."

"No need to thank me, just being honest." He smiled gently. "Uh, yeah, pretty much." He chuckled. "My Mom and Dad had a '67 Chevy Impala, she belongs to me now, she's out back." He smiled. "Used to spend every Saturday fixing her up, making sure she was in good working order." He explained, and he wished that in his own timeline, he'd had the chance to experience that memory.

Niamh smiled at Sam. "You're so sweet." She murmured, squeezing his hand gently, watching him and how comfortable he seemed around her, smiling because she felt exactly the same around him. She sat in front of him, feeling so comfortable that she felt she didn't need words to speak. "So, how long have you been a lawyer?" She asked.

"Really?" Aveline asked, blinking as she perked up a bit, grinning slightly. "Any chance I'll ever get to see it? Or see you working on her?" She arched a brow, curious, but also eager for the idea of watching Dean work. It seemed like something he really enjoyed doing, after all.

Sam smiled, returning the squeeze gently, though he shrugged slightly. "I just care. A lot," he told her gently, running his thumb over the back of her hand, unable to help it. "And I want you to be okay." He took her in, eyeing her, and gave a gentle smile. "A few years. What about you being a nurse?"

Dean grinned as Aveline asked to see Baby. Taking her hand gently, Dean led her to the back of the garage, where the beautiful, sleek Impala was resting, in all of her glory. "This is Baby." He told her gently. "She's got a lot of history with the Winchester family. My pride and joy." He told Aveline, looking at her with a smile, wondering how she'd react to the Impala.

Niamh smiled at the feeling of Sam's thumb running over her skin, scooching forward slightly so she was closer. "I care about you too, Sam. A lot." She murmured, watching him. "I qualified a year and a half ago." She told him with a smile. "Still pretty new to it."

Aveline blinked several times, staring at the beauty of an Impala for a long while. "Wow, I can see why you obsess over her," she teased lightly, grinning slightly, but she moved over to get a closer look at the car. "She's really a gorgeous car, Dean. And to be in this good of a condition? That's really amazing, honestly."

Sam smiled slightly, seeing her closer to him, and he felt his heart swell with hearing that she cared about him. He felt so incredibly lucky to earn something like that from her, to know that she felt anything positive for him at all. "Good. That's probably the second best news I've heard all day - the first being that we'll have dinner together," he told her with a grin, though he nodded, "You seem really good at your job, though, despite being pretty new. And, that's all that matters, right?"

Dean smiled at Aveline. "Why, thank you." He smiled with such an immense pride, glad that Aveline like Baby. Opening the front passenger door for Aveline to get in and look around, Dean went to where he kept the paint. "What colour would you like the Mini?" He asked her with thought, wanting to make sure it was perfect for her, although his heart swelled at the thought of Aveline - a woman that, in such a short amount of time impacted Dean in such an amazing way - liking Baby.

Niamh rolled her eyes jokingly at Sam. "You're so cute, stop that." She laughed, shoving his shoulder gently with a shake of her head. But hearing his words, she smiled. "That is definitely all that matters." She confirmed. "Alright, so, before dinner tonight, is there anything else I need to know about you?" She asked, curious. "Please don't tell me you're secretly a vampire." She teased.

Aveline grinned, shifting to climb into the car, peering around it as she took in the interior with wonder. She blinked, though, hearing Dean, and thought about it for a moment. "Maybe candy red or royal blue?" she suggested, not being able to really choose wholeheartedly between the two, because they were both pretty colors.

Sam grinned slightly with her words and laughed slightly. "I don't know how to stop it when I'm just being honest," he told her with amusement, though he blinked with her question, arching a brow with her mention of being a vampire. If only she knew. He smiled, though, and shook his head. "I'm definitely not a vampire," he promised her.

Dean grinned. "Candy red would look incredible." He nodded in agreement. "Good choice." He praised, going to find the specific paint he had in mind, somehow knowing that brand of paint was long lasting, and loyal. He smiled as he watched Aveline study the interior, seeing the look of amazement on her face. "She's beautiful, hm?" He grinned.

"Okay, good." Niamh laughed, shaking her head. "I'm not prepared." She told him, pretending to eye him up suspiciously. "I mean, I have a few things, but nothing that would make a lasting damage and save these kids from becoming vampires." Her eyes widened in false terror.

Aveline grinned slightly, proud of herself after hearing Dean's praise, and she could feel her heart swelling slightly as she nodded slightly. “Candy red it is, then,” she murmured happily as she watched him for a few moments before she focused on the car. “She is. I'm jealous.”

Sam chuckled quietly to her words and shook his head slightly. “No, no, uh, you don't have to worry about vampirism,” he assured her with a smile, mostly hopeful, because he didn't really know what this world held. “You're safe with me.” At least that much, he could be sure of.

Dean smiled with Aveline's words, and he wondered if his smile got any broader, if his cheeks would start hurting. Still, he focused on Aveline, just content with watching her. "If you wanna borrow my Baby, you can any time." He promised, and even though, in his own universe, he rarely let Sam drive the Impala, he was sure he could trust Aveline enough to do so.

Niamh laughed. "Okay, that's a relief." She teased, studying Sam for a long moment, just relieved to see his smile, enjoying the sight of it. "I mean, at least when you're around, I know I'm safe." And she knew that, something told her that Sam would keep her safe, and she would do anything to keep him safe in return. "Thanks, Sam."

Aveline blinked with mild surprise with Dean’s offer, but she offered a small grin. “Now, that’s quite the offer,” she told him with amusement, “You barely know me and you’re already trusting me to let me borrow the love of your life? My, that’s brave.”

Sam grinned slightly when he heard her words, and something swelled within him with hearing that Niamh knew she’d be safe around him. “Of course you’ll be safe,” he promised her as he examined her before he shook his head, “You don’t have to thank me, Niamh, really.”

"What's life without a little risk?" Dean asked with a smile, wiping his hands on the rag he kept in his pocket, still watching Aveline closely, because she was the best damn thing he'd ever seen, and she made being in this universe so worth it. Dean didn't want to dwell on what would happen when he was pulled back to his own timeline, but he already felt such a strong connection to her that he couldn't ignore it. It almost scared him, how he would give up his hunting life to remain in this timeline, to stay with Aveline. "Besides, you'd look good driving her."

Niamh watched Sam with a kind of mischievous grin. "Sam, you're kinda missing the point that I want to thank you." She leaned a little closer, her grin softening to a sweet smile. "There's just something so incredible about you, you know?" She asked quietly, and almost as if she could sense it, Niamh knew that Sam had a heart of gold, that something about him was so easily begging for attention that she was more than happy to give.

Aveline offered an amused look as she watched Dean, and she eventually nodded to his words. “I suppose I can see your point there,” she joked lightly, though she felt her cheeks warm, and she laughed quietly. “Is this where you try to seduce me with your car?”

Sam blinked as he listened to her but he smiled slightly and shook his head. “You don’t have to thank me, ever,” he told her quietly, though he watched her for a long moment, his heart swelling as he listened to her, addicted to the sound of her voice. “I think you’re incredible - if that counts for anything.”

Dean watched in absolute amazement as Aveline's cheeks tinted a pretty pink hue, and the accompanying laugh, almost bashful, made him certain that he was already falling for a woman he'd barely known for more than a few hours. Hearing her words though, Dean's grin grew, and he studied her with a fond gaze. "Is it working?" Dean half-teased. Although he certainly wouldn't mind having a roll in the hay with Aveline, there was certainly no way he would only be able to have her once and feel satisfied. "But I feel like I should offer you a date, first. A lady deserves no less."

Niamh watched Sam as he watched her, and the tension between them was almost addicting. "You know the feeling is mutual." Niamh murmured softly, her gaze finding his own hazel eyes, a comfort flourishing through her in a way she couldn't describe. "I've never seen you around before," Niamh laughed, ducking her head slightly as she broke the beautiful tension. "It's like you popped out of nowhere and put me in a spin."

Aveline offered an amused look as she watched him for a long moment. “Oh, it’s definitely working,” she said easily, casually, almost as if she didn’t say it at all, and she grinned slightly as she watched him. “Well, are you gonna offer a date, then?”

Sam couldn’t help the grin that formed on his features. “Yeah?” he asked her eventually, “I’m really glad to hear it, then.” His eyes ran over her features, taking in every single detail, memorizing everything about her that he could. “I’ve gotta admit, you’re so beautiful, you put me in a spin, too.”