Title:Only a Nightmare… Well, Maybe a Fantasy

Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…

Warnings: Nope.

Notes:Nope.

Enjoy!


She jumps on him and he grunts. Fuck, she's heavy. But he's pinned to the bed by a girl half his size and he can't figure out how this happened. One minute they were sparring and the next she's got him down and ready to get dirty. So, obviously, he's got other problems.

"Dean," she whispers, nipping at his earlobe. He manages a look down her bra and wow the girl's endowed. Her mother would kill him for those thoughts.

"Jo," he says, finally admitting the girl's name aloud, "I don't think your mom would appreciate this."

She laughs and bites his nipple. He cringes. Where'd the girl learn these tricks? And then he doesn't want to know because her hand slips downward and starts doing things Dean didn't even know about.

"I think she wouldn't mind," Jo smirks kissing him, a kiss which he only half returns because yeah he wanted this at sometime but maybe this is too soon.

"Jo. Stop."

"Dean. Shut up." Yeah, he could do that well. And then he might be in a slight phase of heaven. But… Ellen… Sammy… Dean's a dead man walking… er… banging.

"Jo," he mumbles against her mouth, because if he's going to die from Ellen's hands anyway he might as well make it worth while.

And that's when she knows his resolve is gone and he's hers for the night.

Dean woke up in a dry sweat. Wow. That was scary.

It was only a nightmare.he has to repeat over and over so he can calm down.

But somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks it might be a little fantasy.