Demons and Lovers

Disclaimer: This is my version of the past present and future of the Winchester boys and other characters none of which I own.

Chapter 4

"That's it?" Stacy squealed. "We were doing so well with the conversation and then you just stop?"

For the last hour they had been talking in random circles about anything and everything. She told him a little about her life and brothers and he had admitted that he indeed had a brother name Sam who attended Stanford. And that's where the conversation had droped.

"Yeah, what's with that? All you do is talk and talk? Where is the off switch?"

"Fine, I won't bother you anymore with my idle chatter." Stacy said with a huff.

Five minutes later...

"So what city can you drop me off at that has a bus station?" Stacy asked absentmindedly.

"Oh so your speaking now?" Dean asked with a laugh. "I'm going to Arizona so I'll probably just let you off in Congress."

"Thank you, it'll be a ton cheaper to get a ticket from Arizona to California. So, what does your brother Sam study at Stanford?"

Dean grimaced and gave her a look of annoyance before he cranked up the volume on the stereo again.

"Turn up the music all you want Dean you can't win." She shouted above the music.

It was six hours later when Dean pulled into the parking lot of a motel in Tucumcari, New Mexico. After getting a room for the night he went back to the car. Opening the passenger door he looked down at Stacy deciding whether to carry her in or startle her awake. Before he could decide her eyes slowly opened. With a soft yawn she looked around.

"Are we in Arizona?"

"No in New Mexico. Come on I got a room so we could rest for the night not that you probably need it because you slept most of the way." Dean said sarcastically.

"Hey I wouldn't have slept if you would have at least tried talking a little. And I could have driven while you rested, all you had to do was ask!"

Dean's eyebrow rose with genuine surprise, "You drive my car? There is no chance in hell I would ever willingly let you drive my car." Dean said while going to the trunk to get his duffle bag.

He opened the door and smiled at the native American decor. "I got the shower first." He said finally before throwing his bag on the bed closest to the door.

Closing the bathroom door behind him he sighed in relief. He started the shower making sure the water would get as hot as possible. As he started taking off his clothes his thoughts shifted back to the girl in the next room. Six hours on the road most of which she had slept through and most of her sleeping time had left her curled on her side in her sleep. Her position had pushed her breasts up and that hot tank top down around the neckline. He had forgotten how hard it was to drive when he could count his heart beats in his crotch. Too bad she was too young, and even he was above sleeping with a minor. She was such a bad mix either she was talking incecently or she was asleep and too hot for words.

Stacy let out a long sigh thankful for some privacy. 'I must be going through some kind of hormonal surge all teenagers go through' she thought. Before she had woken up she had had the most vividly sexual dream she had ever experienced. She and dean had been locked together on the hood of the impala. It had seemed so real that she could have sworn she had felt the his rough kisses or the feeling of his body on hers, but when she had awoke Dean was leaning on the car door in front of him lost in thought. If he had noticed her blush he kept it to himself. One more day and then she would be on her way to her interview. The thought of never seeing Dean again kind of made upset her, but she brushed those feelings aside. She had more important things to think about like how she was going to convince her dad that it was safe enough to go to school so far away from home. From what Dean had said about his brother she was hopeful. Her father was a pretty well known hunter and he knew most of the other hunters. Ellen let Jo go to college, Dean's dad let Sam go to college, and her dad was going to have no choice but to let her go. So there might yet be hope. When she got to Stanford the first thing she was going to do was look up this Sam Winchester and find out how he had approached his dad about school.

When Dean finally left the bathroom, Stacy went in. She changed into some short cotton shorts and a camisole after she washed her face and braided her hair. Leaving the bathroom she turned out the light and got into her bed. She had noticed Dean had turned on his side away from her when she had lain down. "Night" She whispered softly, getting only a grunt from the bed next to hers.

After moving around for a few minutes she finally became still and her breathing had evened out. Dean rolled onto his back mentally cursing her ability to look so hot with no makeup and faded pjs. He could tell it was going to be a long sleepless night.

Dean had been sleeping, on his stomach one arm under the pillow one on top by his face when he slowly blinked awake. He stared at the digital readout of the clock as it turned from 10:42 to 10:43. 'God it's almost midday' he thought running a hand over his face. As he rose from the bed he glanced over to the other bed only to find it empty and made up as if no one had slept in it that night.

"Stacy" Dean yelled. Getting no answer from the closed bathroom door he opened it. Not finding her, his mind started racing when he couldn't see a note or any trace that she had been there last night. He pulled on some clothes and reached for his keys off the nightstand but came up empty. 'I am going to kill that girl if she stole my car' he thought as he raced for the door.

Suddenly the door was ripped open, Stacy's hand still hanging in the air millimeters from opening it. Dean looked furious. "Did you take my car?" He said in an even yet deadly tone.

"No, but I needed the keys a second ago to put my stuff in the trunk. You are way too obsessed with that car. I mean it definitely is hot but you should think about more healthy relationships like ones that involve people instead of inanimate objects." She said with a look that is usually given to patients of psychologists who really need to be locked up.

"But you like the car enough to think it's hot? I guess your taste isn't as bad as I originally thought. "He replied before taking the paper coffee cup out of her hand and heading back into the room.

Stacy rolled her eyes 'Men, they hear only what they want to hear and filter out everything else'. She was thankful however that he had missed her lie. She had been putting her case in the trunk but she had also been snooping. She had found his weapons stash further confirming her belief that he was a hunter.

"Well let's get on the road, we're burning daylight." He said throwing his own bag over his shoulder and downing the last of the coffee on his way out the door.

Four hours later he looked over at Stacy sitting in the passenger seat beside him. She had ear buds in her ears as she listened to the music on her mp3 player, while doing god knew what on her laptop. when she pulled it out earlier he hadn't been surprised only a girl like her would have a pink laptop. Some girls were just too much and she was definitely one of them. He wondered what she would do if she was ever faced with the kind of creatures he dealt with on a daily basis. For that matter he wondered what she was thinking at all, he kept glancing at her trying to gauge her mood but it was constantly changing. One moment she was smiling and sometimes she would laugh to herself but other times her features were somber. Yesterday he had thought he was going to strangle her because of all the talking, but today he actually kind of missed it.

"Hey" She said suddenly startling Dean out of his own thoughts "Listen to this."

"If this is about one of your little friends or some kind of girl drama I don't want to hear it." He grouched.

"For you information it's about a string of homicides." she said huffily turning as much toward the window as possible."You said we were heading to Congress, Arizona right?"

"Yeah" He said curtly.

"Well from what I'm reading maybe we should stop somewhere else. That area is really dangerous three people are missing and five are dead and that's only this year. The killer is still out there too. "

"Dangerous stuff happens every day you're probably just overreacting."

"Dean I am not going to just let you drop me off in a town were girls a being killed left and right."

"Where's the problem? We get there I'll escort you to the bus station and throw you on the bus myself." Dean said overeagerly.

"The bus only comes once every week Dr. McSmarty, and unless you plan on rolling into town in the next three hours I'll have to wait until next week."

"Look at it this way," Dean said with a smirk, "you're probably not even the killer's type. "

"Shut it Dean. I am every guy's type." She shouted back furiously.

"Loud and bitchy is not every guys type Stace."

"I Swear to God Dean" she began "that I'm going to kill you if you keep this up."

Dean laughed long and deep. "You think you could kill me? I doubt you could even give a flesh wound." He broke off into more laughter.

"We'll see Dean, we'll see." She said already planning retribution. Why she didn't want to let him know that she was well aware of his offbeat profession was she couldn't be sure, she just knew she liked things this way and was in no hurry to change the status quo.

She was washing his car. It was really hot outside and she was wearing a soaked tank top and the tiniest jean skirt he had ever seen. Her tan skin glistened with a thin layer of perspiration as she took care in cleaning the impala's rims. She straightened from her former position and she moved on to cleaning the trunk. She was bent at the waist while she scrubbed the back of the car clean, the circular motion she was making with the sponge was making her ass to sway slightly. Finally when he could take it no more he said stop. She stood up as soon as he uttered the phrase.

"Is there something else you want me to be doing for you?" she asked sweetly giving him a smile.

"Yeah" was all he could say as he walked over to her. His hands framed her face as he tilted her head up to receive his kiss. A simple meeting of lips became a frantic entanglement of tongues before he knew it. Breathy little moans made in the back of her throat made him smile cockily as he started backing her towards the trunk. When she could go no further he effortlessly lifted her onto the car, positioning his legs between hers. The kiss became wilder with every passing moment, his hands became restless roaming her back and she cried out as they encompassed her ass pulling her tighter to him. He pulled away for a moment to look at her. Her eyes were glassy with unfulfilled passion and her lips were swollen from his kisses. He leaned down to nuzzle her neck only to be startled when he felt its cold wet surface.

He twitched awake suddenly to find himself behind the wheel of his baby. He was sweating but he couldn't tell if it was from the dream or the Arizona heat. When a cold hand moved across his face he jerked upright.

"What do think you're doing?" He shouted roughly. The driver's side door was open and Stacy was leaning down looking concerned, but with his word her facial expression changed to one of anger.

"You fell asleep while you were filling the tank. I went in to get us sodas only to come back to find you in the midst of a nightmare. Maybe we should stop somewhere for you to rest. You look all flushed and shaky."

"Why are your hands so cold?"

"What?" She said perplexed, "Oh because of the soda bottles. Are you sure you're okay you seem really tense."

"Yeah I'm fine." He said trying not to look at her. Every time he did he could see the image from

his dream in his mind's eye. 'This is so not good' he thought to himself.