"Be back in a few minutes." Dean called out to Jessica as he swiped the credit card in the pump. She just waved her hand at him as she rolled her eyes walking into. He kept his eye on her making sure she wasn't going to get herself into any trouble and in the outfit she decided to change into before leaving Bobby's was going to get her into some kind of trouble.

She was wearing a short denim skirt, so short that the insides of her pockets were shown at the bottom, brown cowboy boots and a red cami that showed too much of her bra and cleavage and also noticed how her straps weren't tight enough on her shoulders because they would easily fall down her arm, not that he was complaining but the point was she was going to get herself in trouble looking like that.

Jessica walked through the tiny shop grabbing bars, drinks, anything that caught her eye that included some skin mags. She passed the freezer and stopped in her tracks as the popsicles caught her eye. She grinned, not being able to remember the last time she enjoyed a popsicle stick on a nice warm summer day.

She opened the door up and grabbed a cherry one for herself and walked to the counter. She grabbed a pack of gum, of course, and threw everything on the counter.

"Is that all?" asked the cashier behind the counter.

Jessica looked at his name tag, Joe, and looked up into his blue eyes and smiled. "Yes." The cashier's cheeks turned a tad pink as she continued smiling at him. She leaned closer to the counter her nails tapping on the fake wood as he scanned each item.

When he got to the magazines he quickly glanced up at her then back down. "You ok…Joe?"

He cleared his throat as his fingers trembled on the magazines as he tried to scan them. She leaned closer and put her hand on his and he gulped seeing a clear view down her shirt and feeling the soft touch of her hand. Their eyes caught each others as her hand slid off his and she flipped the magazine around to the bar code. "There you go."

He gave a nervous smile as he scanned it. "They…uh yours?"

She gave him a sly smile. "Yeah…a girl can get pretty lonely when she's driving all alone cross country."

Joe gave a quick glance out the door seeing Dean leaning against the car. Jessica noticed his glance and leaned more on the counter. "He's my big brother…shhh…he doesn't know I have them." Her eyes traveled his body making him even more nervous. "I keep them in my panty drawer a place I know he would never look."

He let out a nervous laugh scratching the back of his neck. "The total…um, comes to $10.50."

She smiled as she handed him a twenty and looked out towards Dean.

Dean watched carefully through the door the way Jessica flirted with the cashier and shook his head. He heard the pump stop and took the nozzle out capping the cap back on. He heard her footsteps coming towards him.

He leaned back up and felt his breath catch in his throat watching her peel away at the wrapper on the popsicle stick and suck on the tip of it as she held the brown bag in her other arm. She stopped short in front of him holding out the bag for him. It took his a second to register and he grabbed it taking his eyes away from her and her mouth.

"You are not eating that in the car," he said glancing back up. "You either throw it out or eat it quick. I wanted to be back on the road three minutes ago."

She grinned approaching him as she moved pass him her chest pressing against his. "Don't worry Dean. I'll make sure not a drop gets on those beautiful leather seats." She made a loud obnoxious sucking noise as the popsicle went almost fully into her mouth and then came out and when it was out she gave one long lap up it. "I'm pretty good at keeping things from dripping." She winked at him as she got back into the car.

He shook his head out of the fantasized daze of her sucking on something else and got back into the car.

Fifteen minutes on the road and she was still sucking on the popsicle and as she promised no drop had left her mouth.

Jessica had kicked off her shoes and cracked her toes groaning at the freedom. She leaned against the door and put her feet on the seat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean looked over at her. Her legs were bent up so she wouldn't distract him from her feet being on his lap.

"Relaxing." She licked up the popsicle. "It's a nine hour drive to Denver, Dean. I'm not going to sit like stature and get a flat ass out of it."

"It may be a nine hour drive but I aint going to drive all nine hours there. I need sleep too, sweetheart." He glanced down at her legs and now they were somewhat apart giving him a view of the black lace that hid under her skirt and licked his now dry lips turning his attention back on the road.

"I can drive."

He laughed looking back at her. "No one drives my baby but me."

"Says the man that didn't even know how to drive his baby to Scotty's." She grinned as she took a big bite out of her popsicle and moaned as the flavored ice slid down her dry hot throat.

Dean arched an eyebrow glancing at her. "Well, that was before I was Dean Winchester, again."

A sly smile spread across her face as she moved her feet on his lap lightly grazing over the slight bump making him jump a little in surprise. "Prove it."

She wanted him to prove that he was the real Dean Winchester. The one she had read about. The one that swooned the ladies and gave her dirty nasty thoughts at night as she satisfied herself thinking of him. But not so satisfied because it wasn't him.

He smirked as his hand slid across her smooth calf. "I don't have to prove anything to you."

"Too bad." She swallowed the rest of the popsicle as she rolled down the window and threw the stick out then put the window back up. She caught his gaze as she licked the remaining flavor off her lips. "It could have been fun." She teased him with her feet again.

She closed her eyes feeling a slight chill. "That popsicle made me cold."

"That's what you get for eating it."

He looked over at her both her bra and cami strap down her right arm and her left hand tracing her plump breast. "It's giving me such chills." Dean watched the goosebumps rise on her skin and knew her nipples must be hard. She moved more down the seat her calves now fully on his lap.

He fought the urge to pull over and take her right there. No, she was just playing with him, still getting him back for the kitchen incident. She wanted to play games; he'll play right back and at the end they'll see who wants who the most.

Jessica's eyes were still closed and she felt Dean's fingers dance across her skin leaving a trail of fire with it. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt them on her inner thigh. She opened her eyes noticing the playful glint in his eyes as he kept his eyes on the road and drove.

"You can either make this into a long drive, or a short drive Rabbit," he said looking towards her, his fingers still playing at the edge of her short skirt.

She closed her eyes arching herself closer to his fingers, needing him to touch her, please her. Her bottom lip was between her teeth waiting for him to touch her and he chuckled and knew his game plan for Jessica "Rabbit." It was to make her wait; make her beg him for it and then maybe he would give it to her.

"I can go for a long drive," she said in almost a whisper as she opened her eyes. "A long fast drive." She arched towards his hand again. She felt his fingers teasingly touch the outside of her panties and he chuckled. "They don't call me Rabbit for nothing."

She felt Deans touch slowly pull away and said, "Well, Rabbit, why don't you work fast on getting directions to the closest motel in North Platte, Nebraska."

She let out a small growl of unsatisfaction and sat up. She turned around and leaned over the seat to go through her bag for her laptop.

Dean looked in the rearview mirror grinning at his view and couldn't resist as his fingers traced up the back of her thigh then her panties. He felt her shiver and then heard a low curse come from her. He continued grinning taking his hand back and looking back out the road.

She grumbled something as she sat back down with her laptop on her lap.

"This is going to be a long drive," she mumbled to herself making Dean chuckle at the satisfaction of him driving her crazy for him.

Jessica and Dean brought their stuff into the motel and she cringed at the sight of it. It looked like something out of psycho but with water beds.

Dean took the one closest to the door as she took the one near the bathroom. She sat down and laid down sighing as the bed moved beneath her.

"Get up, Jessica and help me prepare the room," he said kicking her foot.

"Screw you." She got up not really in the mood to move since she was crammed in a car all day.

"You wish, baby. You wish." He smirked to himself taking off his jacket and placing it on the chair as he grabbed the salt and poured it on the windows.

He turned around to see her bent over the floor drawing a devils trap near the door. She was on her hands and knees and basically begging him to take her right now but he wanted to let her wait and suffer. He wanted to hear her say how much she wanted him, needed him and he could wait…he didn't know for how long but he could wait.

After preparing the room Dean walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed it looked like he hadn't changed a bit since the day he died. He looked just like he did when really he should at least be in his forties.

Jessica pulled down her skirt and climbed on top of the water bed. She moaned feeling the coolness of the sheets underneath her and the sway of the bed. She closed her eyes smiling feeling as if she was on an ocean. Just rocking back and forth back and forth and vision came to mind thinking of rocking back and forth.

She bit her bottom lip thinking of her and Dean on these beds rocking back and forth with each other in sin as the bed moved with them.

She groaned as she grabbed the pillow underneath her and pulled it over her head. "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him."

She heard his chuckle as he crossed the room and felt a smack on her ass.

She didn't take the pillow off her head but did ask, "What is your fascination and smacking my ass?"

"It's just so plump and tender Rabbit." She took the pillow off her head to glare at him but stopped short seeing his body lying on the bed across from her just in boxers.

She put the pillow back over her head and had to think of a way to cool herself down.

Flowers…bunnies…sunshine…Dean's muscles twitching at her fingertips…hunting…rock salt…silver bullets…chains…chaining Dean to the bed and having her way with him…

"Damn it!" she growled as she sat up and he laughed at her walking to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She continued to hear him laugh which agitated her more. She leaned on the sink and looked at herself in the mirror.

"You're Jessica "Rabbit" you need to calm yourself," she said to herself in the mirror. "You're acting like a complete lustful psycho. You are lusting after your guardian angel…well now just guardian. Don't let him get to you, you are a professional."

She took a deep breath relaxing herself and smiled. She was fine now, no more sexual frustrations. She opened the door and caught Dean looking through one of her magazines.

"Dean, what the hell do you think you're doing?" She walked over to his bed.

"Reading."

"More like fantasizing. Those are mine."

He arched an eyebrow a smile spreading across his face as he looked from the magazine to her face. "Yours? Really?"

"Yes mine."

"Carpet muncher?"

She glared at him. "No, I am not a lesbian." He opened his mouth and she stopped him. "I'm not bisexual either."

"Then why have them?"

"Where else do you get the best tips on how to please a man?" She grabbed it out of his hand and the other one at his side. He grabbed her arm pulling her down to him with a slight gasp escaping her throat. She stared into his green eyes as he stared into hers.

"I can show you some tips."

She told herself not to fall for it. He was just going to play her again but maybe the magazines turned him on, or the fact that she looked at them.

She grinned at him. "Sorry Dean, I don't think you could."

"Oh really?" The hand that he had hold of pulled her on top of him. She could feel his want underneath her which excited her a bit and she bit her bottom lip. Her hands were on his shoulders as she stared down at him. His hands rested on her ass feeling its way around the silk of her panties and the softness of her skin.

"I could teach you so much," he whispered as he nuzzled his nose along her neck and ear. He teased her skin with his tongue and lips. She closed her eyes biting her bottom lip trying to take control of her body.

"What exactly could you teach me that I don't already know?"

His laugh was husky and hot feeling on her skin making her nails dig into his shoulders. Both of them were fighting with their bodies not to grind into each other, not wanting to fall into their temptation for each other.

"I could tell you but I'd rather show you."

She smirked pushing him back down and a light filled his eyes. "I highly doubt you would." She regained composure as she got off of him leaving him dumbfounded and lost for words as she shut off the lights and put the magazines under her pillow. She smiled to herself as she got under the covers and had her back face him. "Night Dean."

"Night Rabbit." He grumbled and she heard him turning on his bed and knew he was still confused and at a loss for words which made her smile.

She closed her eyes thinking of course of the things she would love Dean to show her.

AN: So how is everyone loving Dean and Jessica's story so far. I have six banners up for Guardian angel and a pic of Jessica. This was a fun chapter for me to write. Can you believe it hit me at like two in the morning after watching Lost and the Jimmy Kimmel Live. That was great. So please review and tell me how you like this chapter.