Because of the new air freshener and because I was hurt, I could sort of understand why Dean had suggested sleeping in the back of the car with me. He loved the smell and wanted too make sure I was fine. "There's not enough space," I turned from the car to him. "Well. I'll just have to wrap my arms around you, won't I?" He flashed his infamous grin and got in the back of the car. "Where am I supposed to sleep? If I lie on the side, I am gonna fall off." "Just lie on me," Dean shrugged. "You couldn't have offered, could ya?" I turned to Sam. "I'm too tall, no way would I manage to lie down in there," he replied. "Why do I have to lie down anyway? It's perfectly normal to sleep in a car while sitting up." "Because you need a decent sleep," Dean told me. " Now, will you get in here so we can get on the road?" Dean laughed and I climbed into the car, lying on top of him, my head on his chest. I took a deep breath and pointed at Dean. "Fine, but don't you dare try anything." Once Sam had started the car, it wasn't long before I was asleep. I don't know how long I had been asleep but I started stirring and shifting a little. I was still mostly asleep so when Dean moaned quietly to my movement, I dreamt I was in bed with my dream man so thought nothing of moving my head and gently kissing him on the lips. I didn't have time to think about it before I was asleep again. When I stirred again, it was from dreaming about the kiss and I found I had moved in my sleep and had my head over his, so we were ear to ear. Still half asleep and dreaming about the kiss, I somehow moved my head sideways and kissed my dream man again. When I pulled away, he kissed me back but this wasn't like the kiss I have given him; this kiss was full of want, pure passion so what else could I do but kiss him back. Because both of us were still practically asleep, I don't think we were aware that we were actually in the car with Sam still driving. Dean parted my lips with his tongue and used it to massage mine as he protectively wrapped his hands around my waist, holding me to him so I could feel him getting very hard, very fast and it wasn't long before his hands were sliding from waist and massaging my bum. In my dream, it was my dream man rubbing me and I thought it only fair I return the favour. I moved my hands from his shoulders and slowly traced my finger down the middle of his chest, over his stomach and rested it on the rock hard erection, straining against his jeans. I exchanged my finger for my palm and moved it in circles, dragging out of him a moan of sexual pleasure. It was this moan that caught Sam's attention and when he looked over his shoulder to see us kissing, he slammed on the breaks. This jerked the car and me and Dean woke up, startled. Thinking there was an emergency, we both sat up as straight as we could, not noticing where our hands were. We both looked at Sam, who was looking back at us, he face painted with a horrified expression. "Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean asked, instantly worried. "What's wrong?!" Sam repeated in a raised voice. "What's wrong is seeing you two sucking face like two teenagers behind the bleachers." "Err . . .yeah, okay Sam, I think you may have been driving too long are are over-tired." "I wish I was," Sam shook his head like he was trying to loose the image. "If I hadn't heard Dean start to make sex noises . . ." "Wait a minute, what?" It was at this point that Dean felt the aching in his groin. "Uh oh," he said and slowly looked down. I followed his eyes and my hands flew to my mouth. "Oh my god!" "What the hell?!" "I hate to say it-" "Then don't," Dean interrupted and warned Sam. "Oh my god, I can't believe we . . .we would have if . . .how the hell did this happen?" "Well, I am irresistible," Dean smirked to himself and I sent him a warning look. "It could have been your subconscious's telling you that there's something between you," Sam suggested, and this was not the first time he had suggested it. "Sam, will you give that up? There ain't nothing between us," I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I don't fancy her," Dean said. I slowly turned to look at Dean and he froze. "Excuse me? What's wrong with me?" I raised an eyebrow. "Err . . .nothing. It's just that I err . . . see you everyday and . . ." "And you prefer to go from woman to woman like a man-whore, without ever seeing them again?" "Hey, hang on! I am not a man-whore!" Dean argued. "Err . . .Dean, I think you should come and sit in the front with me," Sam suggested. "I think she should, it's a bit err . . .difficult to move at the moment." "Ugh," I cringed and opened the door. "Well, I obviously do something for you." For the rest of the journey, me and Sam exchanged small talk and the rest of the time was just spent in uncomfortable silence.