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Sam paced outside and waited for Dean to get his shit together.

It was just like Dean to throw caution to the wind as soon as he got a look at some hot piece of ass. He was pissed because his brother didn't even question her and took her at her word. They were carrying around cursed objects and any of those things could have caused this with God knows what kind of outcome. She was the Impala. That was the most absurd thing he'd ever heard.

Sam took a long pull off his beer and looked back at their door. He didn't have nearly enough beer in him to deal with this. And the way she looked at him; touched him. He knew he didn't have the right to be jealous, but when it came to Dean, he had a hard time controlling his emotions.

As soon as he saw Dean coming through the door with a fat smile on his face, like maybe Sam was supposed to congratulate him on this great turn of events, he couldn't help but explode.

"Sam, can you bel…." Dean started, still grinning widely.

"I don't know what the hell you're smiling at Dean," Sam interrupted, moving until he was chest to chest with his brother. "We've got a problem and it started with those cursed objects and you look like you could barely give a shit."

Dean's smile faltered into a fierce scowl. "Keep it down or she'll hear you."

"I don't give a flying fuck if she hears me," Sam said just as loudly. "What are we going to do with her Dean?"

They both turned when they heard a door open nearby. A sleepy eyed woman looked out, eyeing them scornfully.

Dean waved at her and smiled. "Sorry about that ma'am. My little brother's just having a tempter tantrum." He grabbed Sam by the arm, pulling him off balance, and walked him further into the parking lot, out of the earshot of their resting neighbors.

"I told you to keep your voice down. What the hell's gotten into you?"

Sam threw his hands up in exasperation. "Um, for starters, Christine in there just appears out of nowhere and, imagine that, like every other woman in this world, starts pawing you. You recognize her, I don't know how, and you don't seem too concerned about the fact that she doesn't belong here. Those cursed objects are evil, Dean, and we don't even know if that's what caused this."

"Um, yeah…I kinda think we do," Dean said in a low voice.

Great. Here we go. "Jesus, what did you do?" Sam tilted back his bottle drinking the last few drops. "I need another drink."

Dean rubbed the back of his neck and looked back at the hotel. He was trying to stall as long as possible. "So, remember when we had the dealers tied up and you were watching them and I went to pack the stuff up?"

"Yeah…."

"I was gathering the objects to put in the box we brought and one of them was different from what I've seen before. Sorta heart shaped, ya know?" He paused and looked at Sam for a moment, but continued when he didn't get a response. "It kinda, I dunno, called to me?"

"Tell me you didn't touch it." Here's the punch line.

Dean continued. "I picked it up. I mean, I'm not an idiot, I just….fuck, Sam, I couldn't help myself."

"So, that's it?"

"Dude, it glowed. Okay, I know that sounds cliché, but it didn't so much glow, as shine. There was a latch and I opened it."

Sam had heard enough. It amazed him how often Dean would just go off half cocked when he handled himself on the job. Of course if Sam had done the same thing, Dean would have kicked his ass. Literally. He wondered how Dean made it those years when he was at Stanford. "Well, what was inside?"

"Nothing. Not a friggin' thing. I just closed it and packed it up and hoped for the best."

"And you didn't think of maybe, I don't know, mentioning this?"

"Sam,nothing happened. There was nothing to tell. But now, looking back on it, I had this feeling when I touched it. That's why I believe her. Something like this was bound to happen eventually being in such close proximity to these curses. Although, how this is a curse I have yet to figure out."

Dean was grinning again. Fucker.

"I need another beer." Sam started walking towards their door with Dean close at his heels. "We're going to need to call Bobby on this. He was the one that asked us to pick these up, so maybe he can dig up some information on what they are supposed to do."

"Yeah, no kidding, though I'm not sure if I want to fix it. She's smokin' hot!"

"So you've said," Sam said flatly. He really needed that beer now.

As they approached their door, it opened. She had put one of Dean's black tee-shirts on. It was far too big for her and sagged slightly to expose part of her shoulder. She took a big handful of the shirt and pulled it to her nose, exposing everything below her taut belly button.

"Dean," she breathed, "I love the way you smell."

"Hey baby," Dean said in greeting. "Remember our first rule, you can't run around naked." He took hold of the sides of the tee-shirt and pulled it down to her hips. "Like this."

She leaned into Dean, smelling his neck, while he held the tee-shirt down. She skimmed her lips over his jaw suckling at his mouth when she reached her target. Dean didn't do anything to resist.

"You know what? I don't need this shit. I'm going to take a walk, so when you finish fucking your car, give me a call." Sam stormed away. He was not going to hang around and watch that bitch fondle his brother.

Dean really couldn't figure out what Sam's problem was, but at this very moment, he wasn't figuring a whole lot anyway. Her lips felt so good.

He ran a piece of her silky hair through his fingers before pulling his lips from hers and gently tugging her into the room. "We've gotta stop that."

"Why?"

"Because, we..." Dean stopped suddenly, his attention drawn to the television. Normally, he would be okay with the movie that was playing out in front of both of them, but he was trying to keep this situation under control. Between her lips, his shirt, and now the full-on porn filling the screen, things were not at all controlled.

Not even a little bit.

Dean noticed that the woman on the screen looked remarkably similar to the woman standing so close to him. She had long black hair and red lips, but they were different, unnatural and smeared. He was mesmerized as he watched the woman wrap her artificially red lips around the huge dripping cock that was presented to her. Dean imagined that it was his cock in hermouth and became painfully hard.

Hands began stroking across his zipper, pleasure and pain as the material scraped his dick and his concentration was broken from the screen. Her bare leg slid between his and she held onto the top of his jeans for balance. Her fingertips grazed his cock and he let out a frustrated moan.

She leaned into him running her bottom lip through her teeth and then slicking it with her tongue. "I want to do that to you," she breathed and glanced at the television where the black haired woman had her lips stretched tight around the base of the cock, thrusting it deeper into her throat. She pulled his tee-shirt from his jeans and rubbed her palm over his bare chest as her fingers danced purposely over the tip of his cock.

Dean closed his eyes and consciously reveled in the pleasure for just a moment. She would feel so good stretched wide underneath me. And then cleared his throat and gently moved her hand from his pants. He picked up the remote and switched the TV off. He took a deep breath and tried to gain his composure. She was hot, but he couldn't take advantage of her….innocence, he almost thought, but realized that he could be making too big of an assumption, you know, cursed evil objects and all. "I know I am so going to regret this, but we need to slow this down. Something is happening here which we don't understand and we need to get that straight first."

She crawled onto the bed seductively on her hands and knees, looking at him like a wild animal sizing up her prey, and lay on her side. "Don't you like the way I look?" She smoothed her hand over her bare hip and then up to gently cup her breast, lazily trailing her thumb over the nipple. The tee-shirt once again failed to do its job.

"No, no…you are incredibly beautiful for being…uh…forty years old and I love the way you…um…okay, the point is we need to figure this out first." It was beginning to feel really…did somebody turn on the heat?

"I've told you everything I know. I woke up, heard your voice, and came to the door." She moved her hand to the cleft between her legs where she was lazily twirling the short black hair.

"How do you know what I sound like?"

"I was there. I heard everything you ever said inside me." Her voice was dripping with honey and she opened her legs and dipped her hand lower spreading herself for him. She never lowered her eyes from his.

Dean rubbed a hand across his face, holding it over his mouth while he thought. His eyes followed her hands and examined the pink flesh she was offering to him. He was only human after all. "Jesus, I gotta get Bobby on the phone. Don't move." Dean practically ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He needed to talk to Bobby, but first he needed to take care of some business, because if he didn't he was liable to have her tight ass pegged into the bed as soon as he got off the phone. And that definitely wasn't the best solution to this problem.

Sam needed to clear his head. He needed another beer and maybe a chance to pummel his brother's face. How could he let her keep touching him like that?

He knew Dean slept around a lot. Obviously. But actually having to watch him falling for her really hurt. One night stands were one thing, but Dean looked at her with such longing and awe, he couldn't take it. Add to that the fact that she was the result of a curse, really made it hard to swallow.

Dean and him had had that thing before he left for Stanford, but they hadn't talked about it. He figured either Dean didn't remember or they had made some sort of silent agreement that they would just go on being brothers, only Sam really didn't want that. He wanted to be close to him again, to touch him in that way. He wanted his brother to take control and to make good on that sweet promise he had made. Sam had tried to make him jealous several times by kissing women in front of him, but all he got for it was a good for you attitude. His brother hadn't picked up on any of the subtle hints he'd given and he was too scared to come outright and say anything.

"Hey, Sam! You came by after all!"

Karen was unlocking the door to the office and held it open for him with a huge smile on her face. He hadn't noticed her before she spoke. Seemed to be a pattern for him tonight.

"Uh…hey. Actually, I was going to walk up the street and try to find some beer."

Karen's face faltered. "Oh, okay." She started to turn away, then brightened. "You know, Dad has a mini-fridge in the office, fully stocked. You can help yourself. He's so drunk half the time, he won't be able to figure out where it went."

Why the hell not? Dean was back in the room nailing his car, maybe he should be looking after his own…needs.

"You know what," Sam put on his most flirtatious smile, "I think that's a great idea. I could use the company of a beautiful woman." He moved to usher her into the office, placing his hand on the small of her back, letting his fingers touch her hot skin just under the edge of her top.

Dean had silently jerked himself off in the bathroom before hastily cleaning up and calling Bobby. He had asked for Dean to take a picture of each of the cursed objects and e-mail them to him, which he carefully did. He took a picture of her for good measure and e-mailed that as well. Bobby had immediately responded that she was not only half naked, but gorgeous too, and he would get back with Dean as soon as he did some research.

When Dean finished, he returned his full attention to his baby, who was laying on the bed in such a provocative position, he thought he might need to goback to the bathroom one more time for good measure.

"So," Dean said sitting down on the bed next to her, "when I was talking to Bobby, I realized something."

"What's that?" She snaked closer to him.

"You don't have a name." She put her head in his lap and he stroked her thick hair, unconsciously combing it into waves covering his thigh.

"You never gave me a name."

"I just called you my baby, but now that doesn't seem good enough for you." He ran his fingers over her face, following the lines of her jaw.

She sucked one of his fingers into her mouth twirling her tongue around the tip. "Then name me." She kept her ice blue eyes locked with his.

Dean allowed her to suck his finger into her mouth; she was making it almost impossible to think clearly. He felt his cock growing in response and used his other hand to massage her shoulder. She let out a moan and he let his head fall back, closing his eyes. She felt so good. She pulled another finger into her mouth, sucking them both, her moist hot tongue pressing against the length. Dean allowed his other hand to fall lower, over the tee-shirt she wore, to massage her breast, rolling her hard nipple between his fingertips. She sucked harder on his fingers, spreading her legs obscenely, and sliding a hand between them.

Dean jumped up when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. What was he doing?

He took a deep breath and backed away to the other bed, unable to take his eyes off her. "I think you are so incredibly sexy, baby, but we have got to stop doing this. I've got to keep my mind on...work...and you're making it very hard." Very, very hard

She made a mewling noise in protest and gave him a pout. Must have learned that one from Sammy.

He flipped open his cell phone and read the message from Bobby, Don't lose sight of her.

Dean felt a serious need to stay on topic and out of her reach. "I was thinking that I might like your name to be Cam. You know, short for Cameron, but short for camshaft too, which I know probably sounds stupid, but I like it."

"No, I like too. Cam. I can deal with that."

"And, we need to get you into some real clothes. I know you seem to have grown attached to my tee-shirt, but we have to dress you. If we have to take you out, we need you fully dressed."

Dean picked up the denim skirt and blue shirt and handed them to her, carefully backing away when she took it. If she got a hold of him one more time, there might not be a vibrating cell phone in his pocket to keep him from giving his very virgin Cam a test drive.

She shed the tee-shirt, and stood naked in front of him.

He turned his attention to a string on his shirt to keep himself from getting hard, again.

She began slipping on the clothes Karen had given them. "Why did Sam leave?" She pulled the low rise skirt to her hips and fastened the button.

"He's mad at me I guess, maybe a little jealous of you."

Dean watched her pull the blue knit top over her head. She looked like a model with long smooth legs, ready to walk on a runway. The clothes were tight, just as he predicted they would be. The blue shirt was cut into a V, showing the roundness of her chest and a glimpse of her flat stomach. The skirt clung tightly, stopping half way up her thighs. He hoped she didn't have to bend over in it. Hell, who was he kidding? Pool anyone?

"Is it because of what happened before?" She moved to sit in the recliner crossing her legs giving him just a peek of what lay between. Dean couldn't help but think of Sharon Stone's infamous scene in Basic Instinct. It was just. Like. That.

Dean cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'what happened before'?"

"Don't you remember? You and Sam were pretty drunk…in the back seat…." She stared at him. "I think I remember you saying, 'Your lips were made for sucking dick.'"

Dean sat down on the edge of the bed and slumped over, dropping his head between his knees and taking a deep breath. Nobody was supposed to know about that….

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