Dean was sitting in the Impala, glancing occasionly at his watch and tapping his fingertips on the steering wheel. He sighed, growing unpatient but never averted his eyes from the street, watching each car intently as it passed the gas station he was parked at.

He hated they had to make a stop but they have been running low on gas and Amber needed to go to the restroom.

"Women." Dean mumbled under his breath as he thought about her. Then, finally, he saw her walk out of the restroom and make her way over to the car.

"Now, that didn't take long at all." He said sarcastically as soon as she'd taken her seat on the passenger side. Amber glared at him, her saphire eyes shooting daggers. Typical men, couldn't let women go for more than five minutes to the bathroom.

"Good one, Dean. Way to talk to a woman." She shot back and Dean chuckled, happy he had gotten under her skin once again.

"Just out of curiosity, what have you been doing in there?" He asked as he started the engine, the Impala coming to life with a roar, leaving the gas station.

Amber leaned back in the seat, not letting Dean's question irritate her. She knew that for some reason he liked to pick up a fight with her, like she was his little sister. She was absolutely serious when she finally answered him. "Masturbating."

Dean's head shot immediately in her direction, he looked startled at her. He was so close to asking whether she told the truth but when she turned her head he saw a mischievous smile playing on her lips and a glint in her eyes. She had played him once again.

"Funny, Williams. I have to give you that." He said, narrowing his eyes at her. Amber had to hold back her laughter. Sometimes, it was just too easy.

Dean focused back on the road and a silence filled the car as both of them didn't say a word.

Thirty minutes later, Dean's phone began to ring and Amber grabbed and answered it before Dean could even make a reach for it.

"Hey Sam." She said into the phone, ignoring Dean's cold stare. "Yeah, we're fine so far. The Feds haven't been on our heels since, let me think, about six days."

She listened to Sam's answer and leaned farther to the right side, away from Dean, as he tried to grab the phone out of her hands.

"Gimme the phone!" He snarled and Amber glared at him. The Impala swerved on the road, getting dangerously close to the near side lane, as Dean let go of the wheel.

She smacked his hand away and motioned for him to look back on the road.

"Yeah, alright. No, I don't have to write it down. I'm not Dean, I won't forget the address. Okay, stay safe." She ended the conversation and put the phone aside.

"What the hell is your problem, jerk?" She spat at Dean.

"You answered my phone. Don't ever do that again." He said through gritted teeth.

Amber huffed. "Well, excuse me. You are driving, so it's only sensible for me to pick up the damn phone!" She spat.

"And by the way with the little stunt you pulled you got us almost killed."

"Jeez, woman, you're exaggerating. I've the car under control." He yelled. "Do not tell me how to drive."

"Fine. You know what, it would only be for the best if we stopped talking. I'm exhausted and I'm going to sleep now." She said coldly and climbed gracefully into the backseat. Dean was tempted to give her a good hard slap on her rear as she passed him, but he managed to keep his hands to himself.

Bobby would kill him if he touched her.

Dean watched her in the rearview mirror as she made herself comfortable in the backseat and let out a sigh. He wasn't sure how much longer he was able to be on the road with that woman.

"So, what did Sam say?" He asked calmly after a couple of minutes.

"In about two hours we'll be in Ellisburg. " He heard her muffled voice. "There's a hotel we can stay at, the owner is an ex hunter who knows Bobby. It'll be safe there."

"I'm not so sure about that, Amber." Dean argued. "Dean, we're both exhausted. We've been sleeping in the car for the past few nights. We need a break."

Dean wasn't sure how she did it, but she managed to sweet-talk him with a lot of sensible reasons until he gave in.

They reached Ellisburg at midnight and it was pitch black outside when Dean pulled up at the hotel Sam had told them to stay at.

Amber was fast asleep in the back, so he went around the car and opened the door to the backseat. He leaned in and roughly shook Amber's shoulder to wake her up. "Amber, get your ass up!" He whispered harshly.

She jumped up and looked at him, obviously peeved. "I'm awake, now get your hands off me." She shot back and climbed out of the car, following Dean to the entrance of the hotel.

They entered the tiny but clean hotel room. Well, it was clean compared to all the other places they'd stayed at in the past.

Dean dropped his bag on one of the single beds, claiming it and made a sprint for the bathroom. "I'll shower first!" He yelled, slamming the door behind him.

Amber rolled her eyes at him, not caring one bit. She was too tired for a shower anyway and only dreaming about a bed.

To get some good eight hour sleep in a semi-comfortable bed was her priority. She took her brown leather jacket and washed out jeans off, sitting down on the bed, getting rid of her shoes.

She didn't even bother to change into her pajamas and climbed into the bed wearing a black tanktop and matching panties. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep in dreamland.

After the shower Dean stepped out of the bathroom wearing a stupid smile on his face.

"Hey Amber, how about we get something to eat at the bar downstairs. I'm starving!" He exclaimed, waiting for her usual remark about how he's always starving, but got no answer.

He frowned when he noticed her asleep on the bed that was near the window. In her sleep she had kicked the blanket off her body, her back was facing Dean, so he got a good view of her perfect rounded butt in those lacy black panties and her long slender legs.

Dean felt the blood rushing through his veins, getting excited at the sight in front of him. He slowly sat down on his bed, cursing inwardly.

She was a hunter, forced to be travelling with him because they were on the run. The Feds wanted them locked up for a crime they did not commit. Two reasons for him to stay away from her. Usually he wouldn't give a fuck and take what he wanted anyway, despite the circumstances.

But he was afraid of Bobby. Amber Williams was the daughter of Bobby's cousin. Before the hunt that had went totally wrong and brought them into their current situation, Bobby had warned him to stay away from her.

Dean really cared about his manhood and didn't plan on losing it, so he tried his best to keep his distance.

But Lord, sometimes it was just painfully hard.

Dean took a few deep breaths to calm himself and thought about going to the bar at the hotel. Get a drink or two, maybe even more, and some company.

Anything, really, just to get away from Amber and the temptation.

God knows what was going through his mind, but he decided against it. He slopped down on his bed and turned the TV on.

He didn't realize how tired he really was, but after a few minutes of staring at the screen, he fell asleep.

Amber woke from loud moans and groans. She sat up in bed, startled, and looked around the room trying to find the source. It was still dark in the room and she noticed the blue light from the TV screen.

"Hey!" Amber yelled and watched in satisfaction, how Dean shot up in bed.

"You're watching porn in the middle of the night with me being two feet away from you!" She yelled, her voice still thick with sleep. "That's disgusting!"

"What?" Dean managed to get out, running a hand through his hair. He was confused until his gaze focused on the TV.

"Damn it, I missed the beginning!" He exclaimed and Amber rolled her eyes. "I don't think it's necessary to watch the beginning to understand the plot." She mocked and walked over to shut it off.

A silence set in and Amber sighed in relief. It had started to become really awkward with the noises filling the room.

Amber was a little surprised to find Dean in his bed. Normally he went to a bar to nail some bimbo or what not. It was weird he had decided to stay in the room.

She shook her head, forcing herself not to think about Dean's behaviour and climbed back in her bed.

From the moment she got out of the bed to turn the TV off Dean was watching her the whole time, his eyes glued to her barely covered body.

Amber felt his eyes burning a hole in her back and turned to face him, but Dean quickly looked away. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

"What?" He asked innocently. "Nothing." Amber replied and shook her head at herself.

The next day Amber was in the shower, this time before Dean, when her phone rang. Dean smiled divilishly and went to pick it up.

"Payback's a bitch." He mumbled, but he stopped gloating as soon as he heard who was on the other line of the phone.

"Who is this?"

Dean was confused at first, hearing the unfamiliar male voice. "Well, you are calling, so shouldn't you introduce yourself, buddy?" He spat, already annoyed with the guy.


Dean didn't reply for a moment, not sure who the hell that guy was who seemed to know him.

"It's Jake. Why are you answering Amber's phone?"

Hearing that name, it finally dawned on him. Jake Harris was also a hunter, in fact Dean had gone on a couple of hunts with him in the past until he realized how different they were and how much he hated that guy.

"Oh hey Jake, I didn't recognize you for a second. Well, Amber's in the shower, so you can't talk to her." Dean answered and smiled a satisfied smile when Jake stayed silent.

"So, can I get her a message or.." Dean trailed off, happy Jake was so confused.

"No, I need to talk to her about something personal. I know you're a good guy Winchester, but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want you to know."

The expression on Dean's face changed in an instant. That guy annoyed the crap out of him. Who the hell did he think he was?

But when Dean answered his voice was calm, no sign of the anger he felt boiling in his veins.

"Alright, try to call her later." He said nonchalantly and hung up the phone after Jake said his goodbyes.

Dean was beyond pissed and thousands of questions were running through his mind. It seemed like Amber stayed in touch with Jake Harris. They were friends or maybe even more than that.

He felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He knew he was the only one who didn't get along with Jake. Bobby never said one single bad word about him and Sam seemed to like the guy, too.

And Amber...well, Amber really liked the guy.

Dean ran a hand through his hair. The fact he didn't know for sure what was going on was eating him alive.

But hell would he do and ask Amber about it.

Amber walked out of the bathroom, ready to hit the road again after the relaxing shower. The look Dean shot her made her take two steps backwards in shock.

The anger and hatred were evident in his usually kind and warm eyes. She swallowed hard and didn't dare to make a move.

She had no idea what the problem was, he'd been just fine when she left for the bathroom.

Dean stared at her coldly for a couple of minutes and then walked over to his bed, packing his stuff, his back facing her.

Amber relaxed a little and watched him for a while. She could almost feel the tension radiating off him and it was obvious he tried to hold back his anger.

"Dean, you okay?" He heard her soft voice ask behind his back and he closed his eyes. He knew it wasn't her fault but he couldn't help but be pissed at her.

"Peachy." He answered snatchy.

Amber knew when to shut up. At any other time she wouldn't have backed out. She wasn't scared of having a fight with the glorious Dean Winchester.

But this time it was different. She could sense something was terribly wrong, so she stayed silent.

"Now hurry up, I want to leave at nine." Dean barked and slammed the door on his way out.

Amber flinched and sighed as she started to pack her duffle bag. This was going to be a long ride.

A/N: New story, yay! Please let me know what you think and be kind. Thanks for reading guys!