A/N: This is the first in a series of one-shots I'm writing with Mali Bear's Buddy. We write them on Google Docs, trading back and forth as we go. We start with a basic plot and then just see what happens! We'll be trading off who writes whom, so see if you can guess who wrote what! We have a ton of fun doing it, so we hope you enjoy it as much as we do!

Special kudos on this to the aforementioned Mali Bear's Buddy as it was her idea to do this as a series. The plot for this was also her idea, so if you like, give her a shout out! (She has more ideas than there are stars in the sky...I'm not jealous though...much...) Please also go read her stories posted here as she has a many and varied selection! Do show her some love...for me...

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Supernatural.

Driving

Sophia spreads a map on the hood of the Impala as Dean pumps gas. She traces a route with the tip of her finger. He's just wrong. Flat out wrong. There is a shorter route. It irritates her. She's sick of being in the car with his ego. Tired of riding shotgun. All she wants a hot bath and a warm bed.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she stares over the roof of the car, her eyes boring into him. She taps her foot impatiently. "Seriously?" she questions. "I thought you said this was the shortest way to get there. What the hell is your problem?"

Dean shrugs carelessly. "Looked short enough to me, sweetheart." He tosses her a smirk. "What the hell is your problem? PMS?"

She snickers. "You didn't even look at the damn map, did you?" she asks. Shaking her head, she tucks her hair behind her ears and digs her teeth into her lower lip. "You're unbelievable. I can't believe I was dumb enough to stay with you and let Sam take my car. You wanna know what my problem is, Winchester?"

Gathering up the map, she walks toward him and presses it to the top of the car. "This?" she says, finger touching one spot. "Is where we were this morning. And this?" she adds, underscoring a second town with her thumbnail. "Is where we are now. Do you see my problem now, jackass? You're driving in circles!"

He shoves the nozzle back into the gas pump and tightens the gas cap. "I doubt that, sweetheart. I've been getting around for years just fine without you and I'm pretty sure I can get where we're headed without your help." He looks her up and down with a smirk. "Besides, why are you such a hurry? I know you enjoy my company more than that."

"Don't 'sweetheart' me," she answers, rolling her eyes. "Give me the keys," she demands, holding out her hand.

"Not a chance...babe..." he says with a grin. "I barely even let Sam drive." He reaches out and smacks her bottom. "So why don't you just settle into that passenger seat like a good girl and we'll be on our way."

Using her body as a weapon, she traps him against the side of the car. She watches his brow rise as she stabs at his chest. "You gonna get us there before I'm 90?" she asked.

An older lady walks to the ancient Lincoln at the pump next to them. She smiles at the pair, chuckling and shaking her head causing her blue hair to bounce slightly. Gesturing between them, she asks, "How long have you kids been married?"

Sophia turns her back to Dean and smiles sweetly. "Oh, we're not married," she answers.

He slips his arm around her waist, pulling her back against him. Flashing the old lady a charming smile, he says, "Awww, honey, come on. One little marital spat and you're trying to get rid of me?"

Ignoring Sophia's snort, he continues, turning up the charm. "We just got married a few months ago and sometimes she forgets, you know?"

Deciding she can use this to her advantage, she sighs sadly and leans in close. "It's easy to forget since you refuse to wear our wedding rings!" she pouts. Fanning her face, she sniffles, "I'm sorry... It's the damn hormones. I just wanna see my Mom and tell her about the baby." Shifting Dean's hand to her flat belly, she smiles over her shoulder. "I want you to be rested when you face Daddy. We promised we'd take care of each other..."

The smile falters just a bit, and his arm tightens uncomfortably around her. "Oh, don't worry, pumpkin, I'll take care of you later." His eye meet hers briefly, warning clear. "Trust me on that."

Sophia reaches up to pat Dean's cheek. "I know, love muffin, but you've been driving for hours and I just wanna give you a break..."

The woman looks at them, her hand fluttering to her heart. "You hang onto this one, son," she says. "She'll keep you on your toes! You should let her take care of you, she won't have much time after the baby comes." Opening her car door, she gives a little wave. "Y'all are such a cute couple! Congratulations on your little one!"

Turning to Dean, Sophia leans in close and brushes her lips over his. Her tongue snakes sensually against his and his arms go around her.

When he deepens the kiss, his mouth firm on hers, she grins slightly and slips her hand into his pocket. "You heard the lady," she says, holding up the keys. "Let the little woman take care of you."

Eyes looking a little glazed from her kiss, he frowns down at her. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he drags her mouth back to his, demanding more. Anchoring her against his body with an arm around her waist, his lips and tongue devour her. Distract her. Make her forget everything else.

With his free hand, he twists the keys from her unresisting fingers. Sucking on her lower lip, he murmurs. "I already told you, babe, not a chance."