Dean announced. “How'd it go with your lady love?” “She told me to fuck off,” Sam said easily. Rick snorted in amusement and Dean looked flabbergasted. “Are you serious?” He shook his head. “I don't believe it. She actually looked at you and said that?” The corner of Sam's mouth lifted. “Yeah.” “What did you do to her to make her say that?” Sam shrugged. “I know what you did. You probably went over there and started bossing her around.” He paused. “Or you told her you were buying her house. That would do it.” “I didn't tell her about the house. She's not ready to hear it yet.” “Well, if she told you to get lost for being bossy, she's probably going to shoot you when she finds out about the house,” he warned. Just as Sam was about to agree, a thick southern accent yelled from the bay doors. “Hey, dumb ass!” Willa Rae, their only female driver, looked like a pint-sized wild cat ready to take something apart. She was about five foot nothing, but she packed a lot of curves on her tiny frame. With wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes and tanned skin she was a knockout. Sam liked her. She kept the place lively with her over the top personality. Under all that sass though she was worked hard to be respected in a male dominated profession. She was only twenty-two and Sam worried about her out on the road but it wasn't his place to say anything. She did a good job so he had no complaints.
