Dean Winchester stalked into the store,...his mind focusing on getting the few supplies he needed and getting back to the hotel room...it had been a long, exhausting day....he prowled the aisles, snatching items and throwing them haphazardly into the hand basket he was carrying...after an interminably long time...well to him and his impatient need to kick back, he located the last item....he trudged heavily up to the registers, the sole cashier that night an heavyset, hard-worn woman who had on a layer of make-up a mile deep...her nametag read Phyllis...he gave Phyllis a weary smile..."Slow night?" She didn't even bat an eye..."Extremely..." her harsh, raspy voice belied the years of cigarette addiction...she began checking his items through the antiquated...jerry-rigged register....she picked up his final item...raising an eyebrow at him for long second before scanning it through...something about that look made him kinda of ashamed of buying the latest copy of Busty Asian Beautys...but he wasn't about to let some clerk see him squirm, so he paid quickly and departed the store under her watchful glare....he strolled down the street, to where he parked the car. His Baby....it was gone!! He spin frantically, about to have a panic attack when an unbelievably sexy voice called to him....
"Dean...so glad I can finally talk to you...." he spun toward the voice...there, just behind where his car had been, leaning with all the languid grace of a cat, was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen...his jaw dropped for a moment, then he snapped it shut, making himself breathe...relax..."Well hey there...." he said, in his best I-know-I'm-sexy tone...his most charming smile playing on his lips, he strode toward her. She smiled back at him, her cherry red lips giving him all the more incentive see her up close...She was dressed in a tight, black dress of shiny black leather, high enough on the thigh to drive him to distraction and cut low enough on top to leave little to the imagination....his mind stalled out for a moment...it took him a an second to shake it off...
"Dean....I can't tell you how long I've wanted to speak to you...to thank you for you constant care...the way you brought me bad from the brink of death...for you eternal affection. I've wanted so badly to thank you for so long now...Your father was a good man...and he took wonderful care of me...but he didn't love me like you do..." and with that, she leaned in and kissed him deeply...he nearly dropped his bags. His body was on fire with his want for her, but his mind snapped painfully back to attention...."Um..." his voice wouldn't work properly for a moment...he swallowed hard and forced himself to concentrate..."Um...I'm sorry, but have we met?" he managed to get out coherently...
"Oh sweetie...of course we have!!! It's me....Baby!" Dean's jaw dropped as did his bag...She leveled her sultry eyes on him, her voice dropping to a sensual purr..."So...how bout it Dean...wanna go for a ride?...."
Dean feel a sharp pain in his head...his eyes snapped open...bewildered, he turns his head...he was in the hotel room, in bed. The empty beer can Sam had thrown at him lying next to him on the bed. Sam was already up and heading toward the bathroom, oblivious to his brother's confusion...
"Wake up, bro...we gotta hit the road soon..." Sam mumbled over his shoulder as he closed the door to the bathroom hard. Dean sunk back in to the bed for a moment…thinking about his dream...
A hppy, lazy grin graced his lips as he thought out loud… "Dude....that is the single craziest, and possibly the sexiest dream I've ever had...." he said, his voice echoing jovially in the silence of the empty room...