A/N: Picking up this story again and hoping to finish it soon. Thank you for reading and thanks to RoboCop for reviewing the last chapter.

Dean sat at the table, sipping on his coffee to wipe out the tiredness he felt as he waited for Amber to wake up.

He had barely slept.

After what had almost happened between them the night before he spent most of the night lying awake in bed and trying to ban the memory from his mind. It was impossible. His own hand hadn't brought any relief, he longed for Amber's small soft ones.

This crazy road trip was even more painful now that he knew how she tasted and felt. The thought of her writhing beneath him with her hot body pressed up against him was still torturing his mind. Her mouth and lips on him, so soft and warm. The way her small hand had caressed him through his boxers, only a thin layer of material between her soft skin and his throbbing length...

Dean almost jumped when Amber suddenly stirred in her bed and let out a sleepy sigh. He froze in his chair, not sure what to do. This was the awkward moment he had been dreading after rejecting Amber's advances. Would she be pissed at him? Would she be embarrassed about hitting on him in her drunken state?

Amber slowly opened her eyes and immediately squeezed them shut again as the morning light stabbed her retinas violently. As she drifted out of the haze, she felt the pounding in her head suddenly set in; a brutal reminder of the night before. Amber groaned and buried a hand in her hair as every detail came flooding back.

The whiskey. Telling Dean about the werewolf hunt. The way he had looked at her, causing her to lose all her inhibitions and jump him... His rejection. She felt a sharp, painful sting.

Amber could feel his presence in the room and quickly sat up in bed, making sure her back was facing him. She couldn't look him in the eye, not yet at least. Noticing that she was in her clothes from the day before, she grabbed her duffle bag and quickly disappeared in the bathroom to take a shower.

She had made a complete fool of herself. Dean didn't want her. His reluctance to sleep with her had made it pretty damn clear. She cringed, blushing terribly. He had been so nice about it, too, trying to turn her down without hurting her feels. But she was drunk and so stupid, pressured him and still tried to get in his pants.

How could she possibly face him now?

Amber turned the water off, got dressed and took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door. She couldn't hide in there forever.

When he heard Amber walk back into the room, Dean quickly looked down at the paper, pretending to be reading the article on the front page. She quietly took a seat across from him at the table and buried her head in her hands. He would make fun of her and tease her, she was never going to hear the end of it.

Dean glanced up at her carefully. "So... some party last night, huh?"

Amber's heart started to pound in her chest at his words and hesitantly, she made eye contact with him. Dean picked up the whiskey bottle and shook it lightly with an amused smile on his face, making the remaining liquid contents slosh about.

Amber relaxed a little. For a second she had feared he was going to comment on her atypical behaviour. "Yeah, you could say that."

"How's the head?" He asked and Amber groaned. "Not good."

Dean looked at her intently, trying to read what was on her mind. He wished for some kind of clue, so he would know how to react. Was she about to make another move on him now that she was sober? Or was she regretting it all?

"Yeah, well...here, you need some coffee... it's probably gone cold in the meantime." Dean finally said after a few seconds of silence and handed her a cup.

"Thanks... that's okay." Amber whispered and took a sip of the luke-warm liquid. "Dean, listen..."

"Yeah?" He waited for her to go on.

She cleared her throat nervously and decided to make some things clear. "I was pretty drunk last night..."

"Hell yeah, you were." Dean chuckled amused.

"Well, I was upset and not thinking clearly, so... I apologize."

Dean frowned in confusion. "What? For what?"

Amber sighed heavily. "For whatever I said or... did last night... my memory's still pretty fuzzy. We're still on the run and need to be careful, so I'm sorry I got drunk."

"It's okay. You never have to apologize to me for drinking too much." He grinned and shifted in his chair a little, never averting his eyes. "You really don't remember what you did last night?"

"No."

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes at her. "Nothing at all?"

"Well, I know I told you about the werewolf hunt, but after that... I don't know how I ended up in my bed." Her cheeks turned red, but she bravely held his gaze.

Dean's smile faded. He didn't believe her for a second, Amber knew exactly that they almost had sex. She had been drunk, but not drunk enough to not remember their intimate moment.

She was regretting it, indeed. Dean felt an unpleasant tug at his heart, realizing she didn't want him. It had been foolish of him to think that making out with him a little would suddenly make her weak and finally give in to him. He had thought his talented hands and mouth would leave an impression on her, make her want him and come to him for more.

But she still seemed to be immune to his charm. Thank God, he had been strong enough to act like a gentleman and not sleep with here. He didn't want her to hate him.

Dean swallowed hard, forcing himself to ignore how hurt he was. She wanted to forget about it and pretend that nothing happened between them, that they never kissed and she never begged him to fuck her? Fine. He could do that.

"Alright." Dean said, giving her a smile to cover up his emotions. "We should hit the road. You finish your donut and I'll go take a shower."

Amber nodded, relieved he wasn't giving her a hard time.

Dean got up, crossed the room and disappeared in the bathroom. When the door closed behind him, he let out a sigh. Why wasn't she attracted to him? How was it possible for him to want her so much whereas she didn't seem to be affected by him?

After Dean's shower, they packed their duffle bags and left the motel in silence, not talking to each other. Both Dean and Amber were too lost in thought, thinking about the night before and the fact that they had almost hooked up. They both wanted to go all the way, but still thought the other wasn't interested.

However, both were pretty much affected by the closeness they had experienced and neither one of them could stop thinking about it, secretly fantasizing about how it would have been if they had let it go that far.

They didn't speak for hours. Dean concentrated on the road ahead of him whereas Amber looked out the window on her side. He kept watching her out of the corner of his eye, occasionally glancing at her when he knew she wasn't looking.

She looked so sweet and seductive sitting next to him and he was forced to keep his hands off her. Dean let out a heavy sigh. God, how he ached to touch her.

Amber let her eyes roam over his body, her gaze focusing on his hands gripping the steering wheel. Dear God, how she wanted to feel those hands on her, feel them stroke her body, her breasts and stomach, feel them slipping into her jeans to caress her aching center. A sigh escaped her at the thought and she quickly bit down onto her bottom lip.

Dean turned his head to look at her and she averted her eyes, staring out the window. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she nervously waited for some kind of remark.

"I think it's safe to spend another night at a motel since we have the Volvo now." He grumbled. "No need for you to be so annoyed."

"I'm not." Amber replied, frowning. "What's your problem, Winchester?"

"Nothing, just stop huffing, okay?"

"I wasn't huffing, that was just a sigh. Jeez, calm down." Amber mumbled, but was secretly glad that he had mistaken her longing sighs for annoyance.

They drove for sixteen hours, taking turns behind the wheel so the other could rest a little without having to stop for a break, exhausting themselves as well as the old Volvo to the core.

Around two in the morning, they reached a small town and Dean decided to stop as he felt his eyes slipping closed, knowing he had reached his limit. Amber was curled up next to him, sleeping soundly.

He spotted a cheap motel and turned into the parking lot, shutting the engine off.

"Amber?" He said quietly, but she didn't react.

"Am, c'mon, get up." He put a hand on her thigh, shaking her firmly. She grumbled in annoyance.

"We're at a motel. A warm bed is waiting for you." He stroked her leg, seducing her with a gentle voice.

She sighed under his touch, but didn't open her eyes. "Bed?"

"That's right. But you'll have to come with me." Dean smiled, leaning closer to her to whisper in her ear while stroking her back.

"Can't… move." She murmured.

Dean weight the risk of separating from her for even the shortest amount of time. He heaved a sigh. "Okay, then you wait here. I'll be a minute. If something happens..." He trailed off, realizing how futile his instruction was.

He quickly got out of the car and walked to the reception. They had only one room with one king-sized bed left, and he was forced to take it, not having any other option.

Back in the parking lot, he breathed out in relief, seeing Amber still asleep in the passenger seat. He opened the car door on her side.

"Amber?" He addressed her softly, but she instantly swatted her hand at him. "No."

Dean couldn't help but chuckle. "C'mon, princess, don't be such a brat. One minute and you'll be in a huge warm bed under a thick blanket."

"Carry me?" She mumbled sleepily after a moment. Dean laughed and leaned in, wedging his arms underneath her and heaving her out of the car. He was glad to see that Amber helped as best she could and wrapped her arms around his neck, but her head sank against his shoulder immediately.

"That's it. I got you, good girl." Dean whispered soothingly, kicking the door closed. He figured he would put Amber to bed and then return to lock up the Volvo.

Amber was too tired to complain about the bed or to change into her pajamas. She stripped down to her t-shirt and panties in front of Dean and crawled into bed. Her head hit the pillow and she closed her eyes, cuddling up underneath the blanket.

Dean wiped his mouth with his hand and took a deep breath, knowing it would be quite challenging having to share a bed with her and have her so close. He hurried outside, locked up the car and stood in the parking lot for a minute to breathe the cool air and extract the image of a half-naked Amber from his mind.

Back in the motel room, he changed into a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt and got in bed next to her. Luckily, he was so beat that it didn't take long for him to fall asleep as well.

In the middle of the night he woke again when Amber scooted over to him and pressed to his back.

"Cold." She murmured, teeth chattering. He turned around and pulled her to his chest. She snuggled up to him and draped one leg over Dean's, making him smile.

In the morning Dean found her with her back to his chest, his hand underneath her t-shirt, resting right under her breasts. He gulped, panicking, thinking about how he was supposed to explain that to her.

He waited a moment, but Amber was still asleep, so he carefully removed his hand from her stomach and untucked himself from her body.

Amber stirred, let out a sigh, but didn't wake. He couldn't resist placing a kiss to her shoulder though, before quietly climbing out of bed.

He took a quick shower, got dressed and went on a supply run.

When he returned, Amber was sitting on the bed, her hair still wet, and reading a book. Her gun was placed next to her on the bedsheets. She looked up at him and he smiled back at her, holding up four plastic bags of food. "Look what I got."

Amber raised an eyebrow. "Who's supposed to eat all that?"

"Us. Don't know about you, Williams, but I could eat a cow." He put the bags on the table, shrugged out of his jacket and started to unpack.

Amber marked the page before setting her book aside. Dean glanced at her when she got up and walked over to him and he noticed that she was wearing those tight jeans that drove him wild, and a snugly-fitting black sweater. She looked damn good in black and he was so screwed.

He quickly averted his eyes and pushed one of the bags to her. "Got you some fruit. Since you're always complaining about all the junk food we have to eat."

She couldn't help but smile at that. He was so considerate. "Thanks, Dean. That's very sweet of you." She could have sworn she saw him blush.

They sat down for breakfast, and after taking a first bite and sip of coffee, Amber realized that she was starving. "I take it back. We can eat all that." She moaned around the thick toasty waffle she was chewing on. "This is so delicious."

"We deserve it. Being on the run makes you hungry." Dean mumbled, taking a sip of coffee. "There's a supermarket right around the corner and an amazing diner right across the street. We can go there for dinner."

"This is probably the best coffee I've ever had." Amber commented, and added, "So you think it's safe to stay another night?"

"Yeah, it's a small town. I took a look around. Everyone's been so nice and welcoming, nothing seems suspicious. Let's stay, unless you wanna move on?" Dean asked her.

"God, no. I'm so exhausted, I could sleep through the whole day." Amber replied.

"Then go back to sleep, I'll keep watch." He suggested. She fought the urge to hug him.

"Thanks Dean, I'm gonna do that." She gave him a smile and took a banana out of the bag, starting to peel the skin.

She brought it to her mouth, her lips closing around it. Dean froze in shock. Then relaxed again and watched her intently, biting his bottom lip to prevent the grin that was threatening to stretch across his face. But still a low chuckle escaped his throat.

"What?" Amber asked, oblivious to the effect she had on him.

"You do know what this looks like, don't you?" Dean said, eyes focused on her mouth, a wicked smile on his face.

"Wha – Oh my God, Dean you fucking pervert!" She exclaimed, throwing her half-eaten banana down.

Her face heated up as she blushed; she was so embarrassed. She noticed the way he was looking at her, eyes raking over her body, drinking in every inch of her. A wave of heat surged through her abdomen, and she jumped up angrily, heart beating fast in her chest.

"You're such an ass, Winchester." She turned her back on him and plopped down onto the bed.

Everything seemed fine between them, but of course he couldn't be nice to her for more than five minutes.

"I'm sorry, Amber, I didn't mean it." He laughed, hoping to appease her, "C'mon, get back here and eat your banana, I won't tease you, promise."

"No. You're fucking twelve years old, you know that?"

She slept well past noon with Dean keeping watch next to her on the bed. He read the most interesting newspaper headlines and watched the news, leaving the TV on without paying attention to the show on screen.

Amber was too tired to be bothered and slept through the noise. When she woke, they traded places and he went to sleep with her sitting by his side. She got through most of her book, thankful for a few hours of any semblance of normalcy.

Late in the afternoon they went outside, walked around town for a while until they ended up at the diner that Dean had mentioned earlier for an early dinner.

The waitress who served them was a tall, redheaded woman; just Dean's type. She was wearing a short yellow uniform with a white collar which perfectly accentuated her hips and tanned legs.

Dean flirted with her shamelessly. However, she paid equal attention to Amber when she took their orders. They got cheeseburgers with fries and nice cold beers to drink.

"Anything else I can get you?" She asked sweetly when she brought them their food, and Dean gave her his panty-dropping smile, his eyes sparkling. "Oh just your number would be a good start."

She laughed at his semi-serious line and turned to leave. Amber rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Dean looked after the waitress, his eyes glued to her legs, biting his lip. "Damn." He mumbled under his breath.

Amber let out a groan, grabbing her beer bottle and wishing it was something stronger. "Jeez, Dean. Get a grip. You're so embarrassing."

"Oh darling, no need to be jealous. Your legs are fucking amazing as well." Dean leaned back in his seat casually, enjoying her reaction.

Amber almost choked on her beer. But then she forced herself to calm down, he probably hadn't meant anything by it.

"Stop making fun of me." She grumbled, deciding to concentrate on the delicious food in front of her and not letting Dean's stupid attitude get to her.

Dean sighed and opted to keep quiet. No matter what he said she wouldn't believe him. For some reason she thought he didn't like her.

The palpable awkwardness between them from the day before had evaporated after spending the night together in one bed. Amber still wondered whether his hand on her stomach that morning had really been there or whether she had imagined it all in her drowsiness.

They ate their dinner in comfortable silence until Amber spoke up.

"I'm so tired, Dean." She looked out of the window at the semi-darkness of the street.

"I know. Me too." Dean knew what she was talking about. He, too, was sick of running and the seeming infiniteness of it.

"I hope we can figure something out soon. It drives me crazy to run around like prey and do nothing."

"Sam is looking for that witch. As soon as we know where she's hiding we're going after her." Dean comforted.

The waitress returned and placed the receipt next to Amber with a smile. She looked at it and the devastated expression on her face made place for a wide grin.

She laughed heartily.

"What? What is it? She write her number on it?" Dean asked curiously, grabbing for the piece of paper.

"Oh yeah, she did."

Dean took a look at the series of digits, smiling brightly. Then his gaze dropped to the note she had written at the bottom and his face fell.

I'd love to see you again, baby girl. Call me. xo Terry

He looked up at Amber with such a dumbfounded expression that she burst into loud laughter.

"It's for you? She likes you?" He asked incredulously.

They left the diner, making their way back to the motel. Amber couldn't stop laughing the entire time.