Ty watched as the light went off in the motel room, before turning his attention back to Dean's beloved Chevy.
He carefully lifted the hood, leaning down and inspecting the motor with a look of appreciation on his face.
"Sorry," he said to the car softly. "You're such a beautiful piece of machinery. But I need to screw with his head a little."
~*~*~*~
An hour later, a slightly greasy looking man walked away from an Impala.