Disclaimer: I own nothing of the boys or the show. Just this story and the character Stephanie, as she is me. :)

A/N: It has been so long since I updated and I suck, yes I own that. LOL. As for a personal update on me... for anyone who cares. Im in my last year finally of school, and have two jobs, my relationship with my Dom and my boyfriend fell apart. I overdosed in early October because of trying to cope with it and was in the hospital for a week.

So, next chapter is long both for Christmas presents to you all and because I suck and haen't updated in so long. LOL.


Dean felt a knife twist in his gut. He kissed the side of her head and held her hand. "We don't have to tell him...the specifics. But we've gotta tell him somethin, baby."

She was quiet for a minute. "Fine, I'll tell him what I think he needs to know. You and Sam don't tell him anymore, ok?"

Dean nodded his agreement. "As long as you tell him somethin'. Don't need that pissed off old man after my ass."

She snorted a laugh and Dean loved the sound. He smiled against neck. "What? You think I should let him hang me from my balls and use me for target practice? Cause trust me, that's exactly what he'd do."

She couldn't help the smile that crept across her face. "Yeah, he would...but it might be fun to see you strung up by your balls." She giggled a bit and then almost jumped when the door swung open.

Dean was off the bed in seconds, only to be once again staring at his brother. "Shit Sammy, you have got to stop doing that."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Doing what? Coming home?" He winked to Stephanie and held up take out bags. "Only thing open was Taco Bell."

Dean caught the bag Sam tossed at him. "Dude, I'm starving, I could care less what you came back with." He tore open a tray of nachos and started to stuff his face."

Sam chuckled and looked at Stephanie. "I got some for you too, even though you said you didn't want..." Sam hoped she'd have gained an appetite while he was gone, who knows when the last time was she ate.

She shook her head. "No, Sam. I'm good, still feel kinda like puking. But thanks anyway."

Sam growled under his breath and reached in his coat pocket. "Don't get used to this, but here; this'll help. Besides, we all need to relax a bit after this shit." He handed her a half ounce bag of marijuana. "The weed will give you an appetite, calm your fucked up nerves and will help you sleep tonight. All stuff you need, or else I wouldn't be getting that for you."

Stephanie smiled, smelled the bag and moaned. "Take it easy Sam, I toke on a fairly regular basis, we aren't breaking any new ground here." She smiled warmly at him. "But thank you, Sam. This'll help."

Sam grinned and squeezed her hand briefly before holding up his finger. "Oh yeah, one more thing." He pointed to his brother. "None for him till he eats, when he gets the munchies he turns into an even bigger dark hole for swallowing up food than he is now."

Stephanie chuckled then met Dean's shocked eyes that were locked on his brother. "Sammy you haven't went out and scored smoke since we were teenagers. I'm proud of you little brother."

Sam sighed at his brother. "Like I said, all stuff she needs, man. I wouldn't do this unless it was under the extremely fucked up circumstances we're in."

Dean shoved six chips into his mouth and glared at his brother as he watched Stephanie inhale from the bag. "Youb gwet pwaper Swam?" He said, mouth overfull of food.

Sam sighed and nodded. "I'm not an idiot Dean." He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a package of rolling papers. "Wish we had a pipe."

Dean laughed and a chunk of nacho and refried beans fell from his lips. "Or Moby Dick's bong, remember that thing, Sammy?" He took another crunching bite.

Stephanie took the papers and shrugged. "We could improvise with a beer can, but this'll work. And, Moby Dick's bong?" She flattened out the bedspread and pointed at the bedside table. "Hand me the Bible would you?"

Sam's eyebrow peaked as he reached for the book. "Need to convince yourself drugs won't send you to hell? And trust me, you don't wanna know about what the guy with Moby Dick's bong could do to your head." Sam shuddered as he handed her the Bible.

"Smartass. I need something firm to roll against." She put the Bible on the bed between her legs and flipped a paper onto the book before carefully filling the paper and then rolling. She quickly rolled three. Carefully she tucked two back into the small ziplock bag and then she held up the third.

Sam nodded in approval. "Well, guess you do know your way around that stuff." He slid to the small refrigerator setting on an old counter and pulled out three beers. He handed one to each of them and popped his own open. He took a sip and nodded to Stephanie. "Nice sweatshirt by the way." He winked when she blushed and started backtracking. "Looks good on you Steph, don't worry about it." Sam smiled even as a small twinge of something hit him. The only other woman to wear it had been Jessica. He shook his head and unwrapped a taco.

Dean leaned forward, reached into his hip pocket and pulled out his Zippo. "We can't smoke it if we don't burn it now can we?"

Stephanie smiled and leaned forward with the joint in her mouth for Dean to light it for her. When he did she inhaled and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. "None for you until you're done eating...Sammy's rules." She took another long inhale then coughed and continued. "Besides, it wastes your smoke because when you're high and eat you lose your buzz."

Dean huffed and mocked her as he shoveled more nachos, drenched in cheese, peppers, olives, refried beans and who knows what else into his mouth.

After a few more pulls from her joint and Stephanie was starting to feel hungry. Not majorly hungry but she could eat something. "Hey, Dean...bring that nacho platter over here, please. Wanna try it."

Dean nodded and made himself comfortable at the foot of the bed she was on, bringing the nachos with him.

One nacho platter, 4 beers, and two and a half joints later and everyone was very relaxed and very well buzzed.

Everyone just sat in silence until Stephanie spoke as she played with the corner of the tattered comforter. "After what event in your life did you guys feel you had reached like rock bottom? Felt as worse as you ever have, like nothing else could be taken away from you?"

Dean groaned and rested his head back on the wall, he was now sitting next to Stephanie, leaning against the headboard and Sam had taken over his previous spot at the foot of the bed. "So you're one of those contemplative tokers." What he said was a statement.

Stephanie furled her eyebrows and turned to face Dean. "What?"

He shrugged. "When you get high you think and wonder about life, just ponder what will be and what's already been."

She nodded and rolled her eyes. "Yes, now answer my question."

"Well it depends what you mean. Do you mean when I felt it the worst or when I first remember feeling it?"

She shrugged. "Both."

Dean took a long draw and then leaned forward to pass the joint to his brother. He sat back and then slowly exhaled with his eyes closed. He coughed softly and then took a deep breath. "I don't remember much, but when our mom died dad was all fucked up. I remember feeling so scared and alone." He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. "I know I would crawl in Sam's crib...it was the only way we'd both sleep."

Stephanie's heart went out to him. She could almost picture a four year old Dean crawling into his baby brother's crib and holding him while they slept. She gripped his hand for a second. "That's so sweet."

Sam coughed as he exhaled and passed the joint to Stephanie. "Yeah..." He took a deep breath and coughed again before he continued. "I didn't even know that."

Dean shrugged and looked at his brother. "I think the worse place I've ever found myself was when you died, Sam." Pain flashed across Dean's face. "I watched you lay there in that dirty cabin. You didn't breathe, you didn't move...fuck. I felt like I'd failed you, dad and mom. Those were the worst hours of my life." He reached for the slowly burning joint in Stephanie's hand and flicked ash to the comforter before he took another long pull. It was quiet as he waited and then exhaled. When he spoke he sounded more centered. "So, who's next?"

Stephanie nudged Sam with her toe. "You're next Big Foot." She smiled and stole the joint back from Dean. She smoked while she waited for Sam to talk.

Sam cleared his throat and shrugged. "The night Jess died. Shit, that was the first real loss in my life; I mean, that I was old enough to remember. I loved her. I really, really loved her." His voice had grown thin and tight and he wiped at his eyes for a second. "I still miss her. Shit, I still dream about her sometimes. "

Stephanie nodded and leaned forward. She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm sorry Sammy."

He smiled and nodded. "It's okay Steph." He looked to his brother and his face hardened. "The worst thing that ever happened though is when Dean finally admitted he'd made a deal." He shook his head. "You're a stubborn, jackass idiot and you know it."

Dean smiled and nodded. "I am. I've never once said I wasn't." He cursed when he inhaled and burnt himself on the now almost gone joint. "Shit…" He stubbed the tiny bit out and sat back. "I'd do it all over again Sam. You're worth it."

Sam growled and stood. "I have to piss." He moved to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Dean frowned and rolled his head toward Stephanie. "Your turn baby."

Stephanie nodded and laid her head on Dean's shoulder and let her weight rest against his side, she felt suddenly tired. "Um..when I first felt it was probably when my parents died. I mean I was nine years old and to watch my parents get butchered infront of me was pretty fucked up. Not to mention the feeling of losing BOTH your parents in one swoop.

Dean ran his hand through her hair and made soft sushing sounds that seemed to make her rest heavier against him.

"But uh...when I felt it the worst was right after I was raped. It was after I realized that the rape had changed me. And that made me feel like I wasn't strong enough to not be changed by it." She shook her head. "That just made me feel worthless. Like, I lost my parents then when my brother goes into the Marines and Uncle Bobby is away on business I can't even protect myself." She sniffed and wiped at her face. "I felt so pathetic and weak."

Dean didn't know what to say so he didn't say anything he just held her there until she spoke again.

She tilted her red watery eyes up at him. "Dean, remember that spell I had to do where you and Sam found out I was raped but you thought it was because I was a virgin first?"

Dean snorted at the memory of them bugging out over the wrong thing. "Yeah."

She bit her lip and looked nervous. "Well you weren't exactly wrong."

Dean furled his eyebrows. "What? You have me so confused...speak for the stoned."

She chuckled then looked down. "I'm a ...er... gi ..ea."

Her voice was so mumbled and quiet Dean couldn't understand her. "What, mumbles?"

She growled and sat up. "I'm a virgin, Dean."

He laughed outright. "Nice joke, Steph. But I already know about your past so I know you aren't."

She sniffed and a tear ran down her cheek. "Dean, me being raped was the ONLY sexual experience I ever had. I just, couldn't get past it and let it go to have sex anytime after that. It freaked me out. I never felt comfortable or safe or whatever you wanna call it."

Dean pulled her hand away from her eyes and looked dead in her face. "So, let me get this straight. You've NEVER had consensual sex?"

"It's easy enough." She shrugged. "A little kissing, a little over the clothes touching and then start talking hot and heavy. If that doesn't work; insult them." She pushed hair from her face and continued to stare at the ground. "I don't know it seemed pretty easy. Most guys my age crumble, back off...they're too intimidated by me or they get pissed and storm off. Either way, I win...they think I'm a slut or a bitch and they leave me alone."

Dean grunted and shifted so that he was beside her. He didn't touch her, other than his leg pressing against hers. He was confused and he wasn't sure what to say.

She sniffed and traced the pattern on the comforter beside her. "You and Sam...yeah, neither of you backed off or got scared. Neither of you were intimidated or insulted." She glanced up at him from under her hair. "And with you, well for some reason the thought of sex doesn't send me into panic mode. I want that with you Dean. You're the only one I've ever felt comfortable enough with, safe enough to..." Her voice trailed off and she sighed as another tear tracked down her cheek. "With you it's different." She shrugged. "I don't know why, but it is."

Dean really had no idea what to say. He was thinking back about all her actions and how they constituted with her M.O she said she seemed to have. She was right. "So...is that why you would get nervous at the beginning sometimes?"

She sniffed and nodded. "Yeah, I passed it off as me being raped since you already knew about that but it was a mix of both."

Dean slumped beside her and opened his mouth but was stopped when Sam shoved the bathroom door open and flopped belly first onto the bed beside them.

"I cry uncle..." Sam moaned contentedly as he pulled a pillow under his head. "Mmm, it's bedtime people...too much food, too much talk and too much pot." He yanked the comforter up over himself and made a strange sound in his throat. "So, turn out the lights and sleep..."

Stephanie nodded and kicked the covers down the bed before she crawled beneath them. "Uh...do you guys mind if we sleep with the bathroom light on tonight?"

Sam grunted some sort of remark that it was fine with him and Dean shook his head as he walked to the bathroom and turned the light on. He moved to the door, checked the locks, turned the main light off and then stood around like he didn't know where he was supposed to sleep.

Stephanie turned and looked behind her. She chuckled before she lifted her blanket up. "Please, sleep with me tonight, Dean."

He pulled his flannel off and kicked his socks off. "You sure it's ok?"

She nodded and rolled onto her back. "Mhmm. After all this I really just wanna feel safe."

Dean nodded, swapped his jeans he was wearing for a pair of lounge pants and crawled into bed beside her.

Stephanie curled against his side and smiled when Dean's arm slid around her to pull her closer. Her fingers played over the faded AC/DC logo on his shirt as she let her eyes drift closed.

Dean's hand played over her hair and he kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry."

Her breath caught and she shook her head against his side. "For what?" She asked, unsure what he was sorry about.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there to keep them from hurting you, that I couldn't protect you." He hugged her tight.

She smiled and leaned up to press a kiss to his chin. "It's okay...You saved me, that beats protection in the end."

He nodded and tucked her head beneath his chin. "Get some sleep...today's been shit."

She chuckled and snuggled against him as she pulled the blanket up over them tighter. "Yeah, you could say that..." She closed her eyes and listened to his heart beneath her ear. In minutes she was fast asleep.

It was dark and cold, her toes were numb and couldn't even feel the concrete floor beneath them anymore. Her arms ached in a dull familiar way at the way they were bound. She smelled blood and sweat and cigarettes. Her mind swirled and Adam and his uncle's face came into view with their voices. 'Where's Singer? Like in New Mexico? Where's Singer? Fuck this bitchs' tits.' She could hear her own voice echo and screech. 'No! Please!'

Stephanie could feel her panties being ripped off, the digging pain she felt in her skin and hips then the tear and burn where the fabric had bruised. Adam's fingers inside her, his hands gripping her hips after she just heard his belt unfasten.

Stephanie screamed. "No!" She jerked and flailed, she pulled away from the thoughts and memory as she kicked and swung with her arms and legs. "No! No!"

Dean woke when a knee landed in his kidney. He mumbled and rolled to the side when he realized someone was thrashing in the bed. He came completely awake with his gun in his hand only to find Stephanie wrapped in a sheet and her own nightmare.

He shoved his gun back between the mattress and the boxspring and knelt on the bed. "Steph...hey baby...it's alright." He spoke softly, much the same way he used to when Sam had a nightmare when they were both kids. He reached for her shoulder and shook her gently.

Stephanie felt the hand on her shoulder and struck out at it. She whimpered when in her dream and sleep fuzzed state she heard Adam's voice telling her it was alright as he continued to violate her. "No, you mother fucker..." She clumsily flew to her feet and stood between the beds in a low crouch. She panted as her wild eyes moved around the room.

Sam was awake by this point and he sat up warily, watching her and moving slowly. "Dean."

Dean nodded. "Yeah Sam, she's not awake yet...I know."

Sam watched as Stephanie pushed hair from her face and gulped air. He saw the second she realized she was safe.

Dean saw it too. He watched as her shoulders relaxed and she collapsed to her knees with a short sob. He slid close and then reached for her shoulder. When she didn't flinch he pulled her against him and smoothed her hair down her back. "Shh, baby...it's okay Steph...shhh."

Stephanie leaned heavy against Dean and sobbed. "God, what the fuck's wrong with me?" Her arms wound around Dean's shoulders and she pulled herself into his lap and curled up against him. She sniffed and looked across the room at Sam. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you guys up. I just..." She sobbed harder.

Dean nodded and grit his teeth. He hated those sons of bitches for shaking her up like this. He shifted and picked Stephanie up bridal style and crawled into bed with her and held her. "Get back in bed, Sam."

Sam shook his head. "Dean, we have to do something, she can't go on like this." He sat on the side of his own bed.

Dean sighed. "Yeah, Sam I know she can't go on like this and we have to do something. But right now all I know to do is try and make her feel safe again. That's my priority right now. After that I think she may be ok." He shared a long look of understanding with his brother then spoke again. "So like I said, get back in bed, Sam."

Stephanie turned so she could face Dean and just stared at Angus on his t-shirt. She really had no idea what to say. She was starting to feel like the kid who always got homesick and had nightmares and the sleepover. "Tell me I'm safe, Dean. Please."

He tilted her chin up and kissed her forehead. "Baby, look at me." He made sure her eyes met his. "You ARE safe with me. You are ALWAYS safe with me. I won't ever let anything happen to you, again. I promise."

Tears fell from her eyes as she sniffed and nodded. She leaned forward and pressed her lips lightly yet desperately and full of sadness to Dean's. He felt everything she felt in that kiss. She sobbed a little and pulled back and sniffed. "Thank you for saving me, Dean. Thank you for getting me out of there and not let anything happen to me. I owe you my life."

He shook his head and ran his hand up and down her arm softly. "You don't owe me anything. I will save you every chance I have." He paused for a minute then spoke. "You feel like you're ready to fall back asleep?"

She looked up at him with puppy eyes. "Can I sleep in your arms but turned like this so I can face you and see you? I know it's uncomfy for you."

He nodded and kissed her forehead. "You can sleep anyway you want, baby."

Sam slipped into the still quiet room and quietly shut the door behind him. Dean and Stephanie were still in bed and he moved as stealthily as he could to the small table.

He slid the bag of sandwiches and the coffee onto the table before he peeled the lid off one of the cups and took a sip.

"Sammy?" Dean's voice was quiet from the bed.

Sam turned toward his brother and picked up the black coffee. He crossed the room and sat on the edge of his own his bed. He handed the coffee to Dean. "I grabbed food and caffeine."

Dean moaned quietly as he sat up. "I ever tell you how much I love you?"

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You love my shopping skills..."

Dean sipped and nodded. "Yes, I do."

Sam watched Stephanie snuggle against Dean in her sleep. "So, how she doing?" His voice was quiet.

Dean shook his head. "She tossed alot...didn't sleep much at all." He brushed a bit of hair from her face. "I don't know what else to do for her Sammy."

Sam watched Dean with Steph and sipped his latte. "Hey, I bumped into Alyssa at the cafe and she invited me to hang out with her and her friends." He motioned to Stephanie. "You think you two will be okay? I mean, I didn't tell her yes or no, just that I had to check in with you guys."

Dean leveled his gaze on his brother. "Dude. We'll be fine." He sat up further, careful not to wake Stephanie. "You go, have fun. Me and Steph will do some research." He stood. "You know, try to keep it normal."

Sam nodded and looked at Steph. "Yeah, normal would be good for her." He shook his head, stood and walked to the table by the bag of food and Stephanie's coffee and grabbed the keys. "Mind if I take her? Since you guys are staying in and all?"

Dean shook his head. "No, go ahead, just fill her up on the way home for me."

"Sure." Sam walked to the door and opened it. "Call if you need, I'll leave it on." He closed the door behind him.

Dean sat next to Stephanie in bed and ate his breakfast and sipped his coffee while she still snuggled against him in her sleep. He played with her hair a bit, tried to find something on tv then got bored and decided to go grab a newspaper from the front desk. He sniffed, gently slid out of bed, stretched, then pulled on his boots and jacket before slipping quietly out the door.

Stephanie woke herself up by yawning in her sleep. She didn't even know someone could yawn while they were sleeping. She sniffed into the pillow and smelled Dean and..coffee? There was coffee? She turned to search for the smell and then realized she was alone.

Dean clomped back to their room, since he never tied his boots, just slipped them on that was all he could do. He turned the doorknob gently and eased the door open. He stepped into the room and found a gun pointed at him, his own gun. Stephanie was curled up at the head of the bed, looking terrified with his gun aimed at him.

When she realized it was him she sighed and tossed the gun to the foot of the bed. "I'm sorry, Dean. Fuck, I was just alone when I woke up and it scared me and I didn't feel safe and I kinda freaked."

He chuckled and sat next to her on the bed. "Well I would hope so, because if you were REALLY gonna shoot me, I think we have problems."

She laughed back then leaned against him. "Thanks for being here for me, I know it's hard on you." She looked around. "Where's Sam?"

"He went to meet up with Alyssa and her friends or something like that." He studied her tired yet well rested look on her features. "How'd you sleep?"

She shurgged. "Okay, I guess. I've slept better, that's for sure."

Stephanie fiddled with the corner of the pillowcase, she looked like she was thinking really hard about something. Either that or daydreaming, but she was defiantly zoning out.

Dean poked her thigh. "What's on your mind?"

She shook her head and stood then walked to the table with the coffee and picked up the last cup and took a sip. "Just stuff."

He furled his eyebrows. "What stuff?"

"Stuff I told you last night." She paused and took another sip of her coffee. "You didn't have anything to say and you're almost as opinionated as me so...I'm kinda wondering IF you have anything to say about it and if so, what?"

Dean sighed and looked at his feet. "Shit Steph, I don't know what there is to say. I mean I believed you..."

She stared at him. "Believed what? I NEVER once said I'd been with anyone."

Dean sighed and glanced at her from under his lashes before he took a long drink from his cup. "I know baby, but the way you were...I mean..." He pushed a hand through his hair and stood. "Damn it...I'm confused Steph."

She studied his movements. "Confused about what?" She stepped toward him. "Do you think I lied to you last night or something? What are you confused about?"

Dean turned and looked at her. His movements were jerky and quick. He pushed his hands into his pockets. "Damn it, I shouldn't have...I never should have..." He slumped onto Sam's bed. "I just don't know what to say anymore...I don't know anything anymore."

She felt her skin heat and her blood boil in a familiar way that only Dean seemed to cause. Stephanie walked over and stood in front of him. "You don't know anything anymore? Well how about this, I'll educate you. When I was 14 I was raped and ever since then I NEVER was really interested in sex. The thought rather turned my stomach to tell you the truth...Until I met you when I was 16."

When Dean looked up at her in shock, she sighed and sat next to him on the bed. "I never felt want or desire for any other man the way I feel about you, Dean. I don't know why, but that's just the way it is." She looked at him briefly before she lost her nerve and then she looked at her knees again. "My point is I was almost raped TWICE before I ever had my first consensual intercourse." She sniffed and a tear slipped down her cheek. "All I can relate sex to is pain and hurt and I don't want to anymore." She turned and locked Dean's gaze.

Dean didn't blink as he watched emotion cross her face. He swallowed and shook his head. "Steph, please don't ask me to do this. There has to be someone better. I'm the last guy on earth to do this for you."

Stephanie stood and then turned to face Dean. She straddled his lap. "Dean, you're the ONLY one on earth to do this for me." She framed his face with her hands. "You are the only one I want." She leaned forward and kissed his lips, she sighed and then smiled when she felt him kiss back slightly, he seemed sort dazed and his reactions were slow.

She pulled back and looked at him again. "Dean, I heard you talking to Sam. I know you want to help me and this is how. I want you to show me that sex can be good." She kissed him again. "You're the only one who can, Dean."

Her lips found his again and she moaned as he let her tongue work its way between his lips. She pulled back and met his eyes with her desperate, pleading ones. "Please make the hurt inside stop, Dean. Make the nightmares go away."

Dean's hands tangled softly with her hair and he let her push him back onto the bed. She lay on top of him and continued to explore his mouth. He sighed against her lips and couldn't remember ever feeling the weird combination of fear, nervousness, and happiness he felt then.

When Stephanie pulled Sam's sweatshirt over her head, Dean caught her shoulders and stopped her. "Steph, wait..." He dodged her lips and gently pushed her away once again. "Listen to me baby." He waited for her eyes to focus. "What happens if I don't make the pain go away? What if it doesn't get better?"

She shook her head and blinked. "It will Dean, it has to." She took a deep breath, her voice growing desperate. "I can't live like this anymore." She nodded and bit her lip. "It will work. Good memories for bad."

Dean's face was thoughtful. His body rock hard and desperate, but his mind struggled. He sighed. "Ok, let's say we do do this...Then what? If Bobby finds out, I'm going to be doing the fire olympics ahead of schedule and you and Sam are gonna be left here alone and hurt." Dean studied her eyes. He didn't want to hurt her; not now and not when he was gone for good.

Stephanie smiled, shook her head slowly and kissed Dean softly once. "Damn it Dean, Bobby's not gonna find out till we're ready for him to. I promise." She held up two fingers on her right hand. "Scouts honor and all that."

Dean smiled and shook his head as she wiggled against him, pressing against his still hard cock. "But what about the other thing?"

She frowned and rolled her eyes. "Look Dean, I'm gonna be hurt when you go no matter what. I care about you, that's not gonna change." She pushed hair out of her eyes and gave him a semi sad smile. "But if you, if we...Well this might be able to help me...to make me whole again." She shrugged. "I don't know, but somehow I think it'll make things better. I also think we should use the time you have left making ourselves happy now, because we won't be later."

Dean's hand gently caressed her face and pushed the hair behind her ear. His finger brushed over her lower lip and then his hand slid to the back of her neck. He pulled her toward him until his breath brushed over her lips and cheek. "Damn it all baby, you better be right." His lips crushed against hers as he rolled her beneath him. He pulled back and looked down at her. "Because I'm not sure this is."

Stephanie pressed her lips to his chin. "Please shut up Dean...shut up and fuck me."

A/N: Well?