When I first started this story, the one thing I knew for sure was this chapter would happen. Once you read it you will understand. I also turned out to be the hardest chapter to right, and one of my favorites.

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Bryn laid her head on Dean's shoulder, and let out a happy sigh. "Thank you."

Dean smiled. "You are welcome. I guess it wasn't so bad."

"Dude you had fun just admit it." Sam laughed, swatting the back of Dean's head.

"I will not admit anything." Dean squeezed Bryn's leg. "Except, that you dancing, is the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"And he's seen a lot."

Dean glared at Sam.

"I must say that you two surprised me." Bryn said. "I mean, I know you know how to use your bodies, but I never dreamed that you two could dance like that."

"It had a lot to do with our partner." Sam leaned over and kissed her shoulder. "So are we headed back to the house?"

Sam saw Dean's hand shift slightly, his knuckles tighten. When Sam started to say something, Dean glared at him and slowly shook his head. Giving his brother a questioning look, Sam stayed silent.

"I guess we could go home." Bryn sighed. "But let's take the long way home. I love riding in this car."

Sam watched as Dean's knuckles turned white. Smiling, Sam now knew what was wrong with Dean. "She's a great car. We've pretty much lived in her most of our life. Isn't that right Dean?"

Dean nodded, not taking his eyes off the road.

Bryn sat up. "Take this right."

"That's not the way home." Sam heard the strain in his brother's voice.

"I know. Like I said, I want to take the long way home." Bryn looked at Dean. "Unless you're tired."

"I am not tired." Dean never took his eyes from the road as he took the turn. Bryn sat back her head laying back on the seat. She sighed, feeling the way the car revved after the turn. When she closed her eyes Sam reached over and slugged Dean's shoulder. Dean didn't turn, just shook his head.

"What kind of car is she again?" Bryn asked, opening her eyes and sitting up slightly.

"'67 Chevy Impala." Dean relaxed, just slightly.

"Dean had to completely rebuild her a few years ago." Sam said proudly.

"So you've pretty much touched every inch of her." Bryn sat forward and ran her hand across the dash. "We have something in common pretty girl."

Sam covered his mouth when he felt the car swerve slightly. He couldn't tell if Bryn felt it or not, she was still running her hand over the dash. Sam had to admit the sight was damn sexy. Looking at Dean, he knew his brother was slowly losing it.

"She's so big." Bryn said looking around the car, avoiding looking at Dean. "How often have you had to sleep in her?"

"Too many." Sam answered. "But it's not too bad, the front seat lays back."

Bryn nodded. "Take the next left." Again she didn't look at Dean. She turned to Sam, smiled and winked. "So how many have slept here at a time?"

"Dad in the front me and Dean in the back seat. Of course that was when we were smaller." Sam looked over at his brother whose eyes were narrowed and knuckles again white.

"See that little turn off, can you take that and stop for just a minute?" Bryn sat forward again so she could look out the window. "It is so clear out you can see the stars, and the moon is so bright it's almost like its day." Dean pulled off and put the car in park. Bryn slowly turned and faced him. "Is there something you want to say?"

"Nope." Dean kept looking forward.

"So tell me Dean. How many girls have had the pleasure?"

"A few."

"What about Sam?"

Dean shrugged. "I have no idea what he's done in my car. Not sure I want to know."

"But you do want something." Bryn slid closer to Dean, running her hand across his chest. When he closed his eyes and took in a shaking breath, Bryn knew. "This weekend is supposed to be for living out dreams. You and Sam helped me with one of mine. Tonight I was a queen. Dancing with someone other than my best friend. Everyone knowing that two Gods were there with me."

Dean laughed. "Trust me sweetheart we aren't Gods."

Pulling her legs under her so she was kneeling next to Dean, Bryn moved in front of him. "No you are both much better." Wrapping a hand behind his neck Bryn held him still while she kissed him. Running her tongue across his lips she groaned when he opened his mouth for her. Shifting until she was straddling his lap, Bryn broke the kiss and looked into deep green eyes. "As of tonight, I have a dream. I want what a few have had, only I want more." She looked over at Sam. "I want it all."

Dean groaned. "Damn I think we've created a monster."

"The best kind." Sam slid over and lifted Bryn's wrist to his lips. As his teeth lightly nipped over her sensitive skin Bryn groaned throwing her head back, leaning into the steering wheel.

"Shit." Dean pulled her forward claiming her lips again. While some of his mind was still functioning, Dean turned off the lights and reached behind him to find the lever. "Sammy."

"Got it." Sam answered.

With a click the seat fell back. Dean went back with the seat bringing Bryn with him. Looking up at her Dean's heart clinched. "I…" He couldn't find the right words to say, so he pulled her down and kissed her their tongues instantly meeting.

Bryn felt Sam kissing across her shoulder pulling her top down so he could reach her skin. Turning her face, she captured his mouth, both of them groaning at the connection.

The world soon was only the three of them and one car. Clothes went to the floor board, or thrown toward the back window. Three bodies moved and flowed almost as one. Finally spent, they collapsed in a jumble of limbs.

Looking up at the car roof, Bryn smiled. "This is by far the most fantastic car in the world."

"And she keeps her secrets." Dean said kissing Bryn's shoulder. "You are amazing."

"I'm not sure even amazing covers her." Sam said, kissing the top of her head. "By the way FYI, once."

"Once what?" Dean asked, looking over Bryn at Sam.

"Sex in the Impala." Sam answered lifting Bryn's hand admiring the many marks up and down her arm. "I was curious. I mean you went on and on about how great it was. I think when I did it, you already had about six times."

"Wait a minute. When you were sixteen you borrowed her to go to the library. You were gone most of the damn day."

"Yep. Ashley Foster." Sam shrugged, kissing Bryn's hand. "I wasn't sure if it was her or doing it in the car."

"It was her." Dean said.

Bryn laughed. "You two are terrible. So I'm not the only one that has been with both of you?"

"The only one both together." Sam said giving the inside of her wrist a soft lick. "We have had the same partner twice before."

"Three." Dean mumbled burying his face in Bryn's neck.

"Who was the other one?" Dean mumbled something, making Bryn giggle at the feel. Sam sat up and looked down at his brother. "I'm sorry I didn't hear that?"

Sighing Dean looked up at Sam. "I don't remember her name. It was your last year of school. She was blonde."

"Oh yeah her. Forgot about her."

Bryn laughed trying to sit up, but the arms around her would not let her. "Guys we really should head home. I mean we're using a lot of gas, and someone could come by."

Sam nipped at her neck. "That's half the fun."

Finally letting her go Dean shifted grabbing what clothes he could reach. "I think this is yours Sammy. Where did my pants end up?"

"Uhm." Bryn reached under her and pulled out a pair of pants. "I know these aren't mine."

"At least there warm." Dean smiled taking them and pulling them on.

Bryn was impressed by how quickly, and easily the two large men were able to dress inside the car. Everyone dressed and the seat returned to the upright position, Bryn gave Dean, directions on how to get home. As the radio filled the silent car, Bryn's mind drifted to the fact that it was Saturday night. The brothers would only be here two more days. She had to make the most of it. While also making sure she fulfilled all of their dreams.