Dean glanced to his left when he heard the bathroom door open and he smirked seeing Renée Benet walk out wearing his Zeppelin shirt. He looked back at her laptop searching for a hunt when she walked up to the bed and climbed on top of him.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked straddling his butt and sensually massaging his back. He closed his eyes a small smile spreading on his lips.

He never thought he, Dean Winchester, would ever end up as a one woman man but when he met Renée a while back on a hunt she blew his mind…and his cock later that night after a few beers. She was something different and had a great body and she kicked ass on a hunt and looked sexy doing so. Which a lot of times after a hunt him and Renée would go at it like rabbits making poor Sammy feel awkward until they met Chelsea Hawthorne, an English Professors daughter, and she made poor Sammy blush and stutter like an idiot. Dean had to hit him across the head a couple times for him to make sense but he finally was about to get Stuttering Sam out of it. Dean's little Renée was the matchmaker throughout the hunt. While her and Dean were out hunting the damn monster that was killing college students, Sam was on a date. And of course the Winchester luck with women, the damn monster took Chelsea and Super Sam to the rescue and Chelsea has been tagging along ever since and became a hunter herself.

"Looking for a hunt," he said his eyes still closed. He loved this woman's hands on him. She was always so good with them…hell she was good at everything when it came to him. As if she was made for him.

Damn Winchester you are sounding like a girl here. She loves the man side of you not the wimpy Sam Winchester side.

"Oh Dean," she whined as she leaned forward to his ear, "Work…work…work that is all we ever do."

Dean turned his head slightly to look at her with that famous smirk on his face, "What are you talking about? I gave you the night off last night remember?"

She smiled a small blush appearing on her cheeks which he loved, "How could I forget? You do have a way with me don't ya?"

"Hell yeah baby." He closed the tiny space between them and kissed her soft lips. She smiled against his lips and kissed him back.

Dean moved his arm out from under him and moved his fingers through her hair deepening the kiss, "Mmm…maybe we do have some time for play?" He whispered against her lips as he closed the laptop and pushed it to the side.

She laughed slightly, "I was thinking you may say that." She kissed him and slowly got off his back as they laid side by side for a while kissing until Dean decided to step it up a notch and wrap his arm tightly around her waist and maneuver her under him causing her to laugh again.

"Someone has the giggles this morning," he said with a grin on his face before moving back to kissing her.

"It's not my fault your just funny to look at," she joked.

"Oh I'm funny to look at? You're gonna get it now!" His mouth attacked her throat as his hands moved down to her thighs moving them up and around his waist. Renée bit her lip and sighed loving this mans skillful mouth on her body.

"Breakfast!" yelled Sam and Chelsea knocking on the adjoined door before opening it.

"You two better be decent!" yelled Chelsea as Sam had one of his huge hands over her eyes and his closed too as they carried in breakfast.

Dean looked up with a glare and Renée smiled at the couple walking in with bags of food and coffee.

"We got bagels and cream cheese for Renée!" announced Sam and Renée quickly pushed Dean off of her.

"What the hell babe?" asked Dean sitting up in the bed, "You like bagels and cream cheese better than me?"

"On occasion," she winked at him as she got on her tip toes and rummaged through the brown paper bag for her bagel and cream cheese.

Dean smiled at her shaking his head as he got off the bed.

"Oh wait baby this is yours," said Chelsea handing Sam his omelet in a container.

"Thanks," he said as he kissed her cheek.

Chelsea grinned at him and he couldn't help but smile back. She always had that affect on him always smiling and making him smile like a fool and do anything for her. The feelings he had for Chelsea were the same feelings he had a long time ago with Jess. Jess would always be his first love and forever be in his heart but Chelsea is the new one that kept him sane throughout everything. He believed Jess had shown him to Chelsea that day he met her. He could have sworn he saw Jess walking through the crowd of college students in her white nightgown she had died in. And when he turned the corner there Chelsea was with her father, the professor the three of them were looking for. It was almost like it was fate.

"So where are we heading next?" Chelsea asked and sat down in the chair.

"Dean's still trying to find something." Renée said with her mouth full. "I say we just drive and see where we end up. Road trip baby." She smiled over at Dean. "What do you say?"

"Hell I'm always up for a road trip in my baby." He winked.

"Guys don't you think we should have some kind of plan?" Chelsea asked and Dean and Renée both looked at her. "Or not."

"That's the whole point of a road trip. You never know where you are going and where you will end up." Renée said.

"If you say so." Chelsea said, "I am just along for the ride.

"And I couldn't be happier." Sam said and leaned down and kissed her.

"Aw you two are just so cute." Renée smiled at them then glared at Dean, "How come you don't say shit like that to me?" she said and threw a paper ball at him.

"Because I'm not a pansy ass like Sam." He winked, "I say sweet stuff to you all the time."

"Saying do you want to be on top or bottom isn't the most romantic thing in the world."

"Hey it says I care about what you want." Dean said and climbed off the bed, "Let you know I am always thinking about your needs."

"He does have a point." Renée smiled, "Ok so when should we head out?"

"As soon as we finish up here we can hit the road. This town is dead anyways." Dean said.

"I still say we should have a plan. I mean we have to have gas money, food money, we have to decide how many miles we are going to travel before each stop, and…"

"Chelsea, Chelsea." Dean said and placed his hand on her shoulder, "Have I ever gotten you into any trouble or let you starve?"

"Actually a few times now to be honest." She said and Renée laughed.

"Ok well I wont this time. Just relax. You and Sammy need to loosen up a little and enjoy life a little more."

"I do but someone has worry about the little things."

"You let me worry about that and you two just relax and have some fun for once." Dean as he grabbed a biscuit from the bag, "We leave in fifteen. Hey babe…want to save time and water?" Dean winked at Renée and she quickly jumped up and the two headed into the bathroom.

Chelsea sighed and looked over her shoulder at Sam, "Why do I have a feeling we are going to end up in jail."

"Because chances are that we will." Sam smiled, "But don't worry I have been saving some money."

"Always thinking ahead." Chelsea smiled. "I guess we should get packing then."


"…But some stupid with a flare gun, burned the place to the ground, smoke on the water and fire in the sky…smoke on the water…" Renée was singing quietly to the radio in the Impala as she was leaning over and applying purple and silver nail polish to her toes that were rested on the dashboard. She felt eyes on her as she continued singing and smiled knowing they were Dean's and looked at him giving him a wink. Dean gave her that smile she loved as he shook his head looking back out to the open road ahead of him.

"I don't get it," said Sam watching Renée apply the nail polish to her toes. "I lean against the damn window and my face leaves a mark on it and I get Hell but she can rest her stinky ass feet on the dashboard."

Chelsea and Renée laughed at the tone and look on Sam's face. Dean had a smirk and glanced back at Sam. "It's because one her feet don't stink as much as your breath and two she's got sexy toes. She has to keep them beautiful." Dean winked at Renée as she laughed.

"See Sam you just need to have sexy toes then Dean will let you place them on the dashboard," said Renée.

"Aw baby I can paint your toes for you tonight. You look more like a red toe nail polish kind of guy," said Chelsea getting into picking on Sam.

"That would be the day," muttered Sam as he grabbed his laptop from the floor, "So Dean didn't know you had a toe fetish."

"What? I don't have a toe fetish. I'm just saying her toes have to be the sexiest ones I've seen."

"Thanks babe," said Renée leaning over and kissing his cheek. She began to roll down the window, "Plus Dean has a boob fetish and hip hugging booty shorts one too."

"A little too much info Renée," said Chelsea rolling her eyes, "But that explains why you two are together."

Renée smiled, "There are other reasons. Plus I have a bad boy fetish." She turned sticking her feet out the window and then placing her head on Dean's lap, "When I met Dean on a hunt I saw that leather jacket and bad boy charm and I knew I had to have him." She looked up at him and blew him a kiss. He winked at her and went back to driving as he kept his right hand on Renée slightly rubbing her stomach. He loved the feel of her skin against his.

"So what about you two?" asked Dean, "Any fetish's we should worry about?"

Chelsea blushed and cleared her throat, "I have a…um, abs fetish."

"Well…from what I saw, Sammy fits the bill for ya," said Renée.

"Are you checking out my brother?" asked Dean.

"Dean, remember before Chelsea came along me, you and Sam shared a room. I couldn't help that sometimes when Sam would come out of the bathroom with just a towel on that my eyes may have wandered."

"I knew it!" yelled Sam and Renée laughed, "You did see me when my towel fell off that time!"

"What?" yelled Dean.

Renée and Chelsea were laughing up a storm. Dean's face was red with anger as Sam's was red with embarrassment.

"It was an accident," said Renée shrugging and looking up at Dean, "You know I only have eyes for you and your manly sexy body."

"That's what I thought."

"So Sammy any fetish's?" asked Renée who was moving her feet to the new song.

"I don't want to talk about it," he mumbled.

"Come on Sam!" they all yelled making him jump and causing Chelsea to laugh.

"You know my fetishes," said Dean, "Be thankful we're not talking about fantasies."

"We should definitely talk about that next," said Renée with a wink.

"Next motel stop me and you baby." Dean snuck his hand under her shirt and softly grazed underneath her bra with his fingertips. She smiled and snuggled closer to him.

"Fine I have a sort of…an ass fetish especially in jeans."

Chelsea looked at Sam with a smile, "That explains a lot."

Sam gave her a playful glare.

"Ok so what do we have then?" asked Renée, "Ass and Tit man." She couldn't help but laugh. Dean shook his head with a small smirk on his face.

"You're just asking for it."

"Next stop baby. I'll let you punish me. I promise." Chelsea and Sam looked at each other with the same look shaking their heads. Sam leaned over and kissed her on the lips making a small tinge of redness hit her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip smiling at him and he took her hand in his and went back to his laptop searching for a case.

To these four hunters everything seemed to be normal. Well as normal as they were going to get for them. Nothing could prepare them for the physical and emotional troubles that were about to strike.

Authors Note: We thought you guys deserved a new story :D. This one is an exciting one. We've never done the Winchester having girlfriends before. Oh the drama and excitement that will be beginning soon. Please review.