"Do you really think it's safe to leave those two alone back there?" Ruby smirked over at Sam, who was enjoying his turn in the driver's seat.

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know, you might come back to find that they've killed each other… or find them having sex."

Scoffing, Sam smirked a little.

"I'd put my money on the first one."

"That kind of tension can only be sexual. They're like an old married couple."

"Nah, she's not Dean's type."

"Vagina is Dean's type."

"This would be an exception. For whatever reason, Dean despises her. From the moment he met her, he just decided to hate her. I've never seen him latch onto someone's throat like that before. It's intense. And I can't understand it because she's a really, really nice girl. I mean, I really like her."

"Oh, you do, do you?" she said in an indicative tone.

"No, not like that. I mean, she's great but- Lory? No… No… Not at all… Not Lory…"

"You know, you sound a lot less believable when you deny something five times in one thought."

"It's not like that, Ruby. It's just nice having someone else to talk to besides Dean. I mean, I love him, but he gets old…fast."

"Is that a nice way of calling your brother an asshole?" she smirked.

"Of course not… Kinda. Before recently I would totally defend him, but he's been a complete and utter jerk to Lory for no reason. I don't know what he said to her in the cemetery earlier, but it didn't look too pleasant. She looked like she wanted to cry."

"She must be able to hold her own, because when we got back to the car, he did, too."

"He's not usually this harsh with people. I guess there's just something about her that sets him off."

"Well, you said he's been secretive ever since he came back. What's more threatening to him than someone who can spot every single skeleton in his closet, in the blink of an eye?"

"I guess you're right, but he's not like that with Pamela."

"That's because Pamela doesn't give two shits about his personal life," she mused.

"Yeah, but why would Lory?" he asked, turning to her briefly.

"You're kidding, right? Could she be any more obviously in love with him?"

"What? In love with Dean? That's ridiculous. How can you fall in love with someone you're always fending off? Besides, how would you know? You've only known her a day."

"I know these things."

"Demon's intuition?"

"I'm a woman too, Sam. Or have you already forgotten?" she trailed, giving him an unnamable look.

In a blatant attempt not to go there, Sam continued, "It's been only a week."

"Matters of the heart aren't supposed to make sense, Sam. Otherwise, they would be matters of the head and that doesn't sound nearly as pretty. And have you seen the way she looks at him?"

"I admit, it's a little intense."

"Yeah, I'd say."

"I hope you're wrong. For one, it would be really awkward being in the middle of that. More importantly, she's a good girl. I don't want to see her get her heart broken- mostly because she doesn't deserve it, but more selfishly…Today showed us how much we need her. The angels know what they're doing."

"So quick question."

"What's that?"

"You said she was great, right?"

"Uhm, yeah..?" Sam replied cautiously, "Why?"

"If she's so wonderful, why aren't you going for her? Is she too round or too brown?"

"No, it's not either of those. It's… She's too…"

"Innocent?"

"I don't know… Maybe…"

Sam's entire demeanor was tentative. He thought it best to tread lightly. He could tell what Ruby was getting at and he didn't want to go there again. When Dean was gone, it was different… Almost excusable- but now, what would be his excuse? Ruby didn't need one. Her hand slipped onto his thigh as they stopped at a red light. The longer they waited, the closer it got to his crotch.

"Ruby, what are you doing?"

"Playing tennis," she smiled with playful sarcasm.

"I'm driving," he replied coldly.

"Well, then stop driving…"

The youngest Winchester boy exhaled deeply, wishing he could be more like Dean. He wished he could be as cold and stoic and iron-willed. He also felt slightly uncomfortable about the fact that his brother popped into his head while a beautiful woman stroked his crotch.

It feels good inside this body, Sam… It's soft and warm…

It was. It was the softest, warmest thing he'd ever felt. He wanted to feel it again. But he couldn't. Could he? The light turned green and the cars behind them began to honk furiously as they remained at the intersection. He had a decision to make and a split second to do so, and in that split second, he made a U-turn and headed for the park they just passed.

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Dean had fallen asleep with his back to Lory, and she had closed her eyes, pretending to have done the same. But she lay awake, and he had managed to roll over facing her. He was nothing like what she had expected- nothing like what she had hoped. It was bittersweet. For years,in her dreams, he was like Michelangelo's "David"- beautiful, but hollow. Having met him, she knew his facets. They weren't always pleasant, but they were there. He felt. That was a start.

She'd caught glimpses of his exploits in her visions- all the beauties he'd bedded in the past. Dean had a tendency to change his style of love-making depending on who he was with. He could be the sweetest, most tender lover or a depraved beast. And he never had to ask. He just knew. Maybe he was psychic, too.

In that case, maybe that was why he knew she wasn't being completely honest with him and Sam. It was possible… Perhaps he could tell that she knew him a lot better than she should have.

Does he know why I ran that night?

Or maybe he could sense how much she cared for him- how intensely- and it frightened him.

If I were him, I'd be scared, too.

But even with that said, she couldn't take his contempt for her. She'd seen them making love, but at that point she began to think that they were wishful dreams, and not at all prophetic. The thought of him making love to her was ridiculous, especially with the amount of time she had left.

She could still dream, and that's what she did. She was thankful more than ever that she didn't talk in her sleep. He was her only fantasy- ever since she'd begun having fantasies. He was her mystery dream man- perfect to her in every way. Every freckle on his face… His luminous, sage-colored eyes… His body….

She glanced over at him, soundly sleeping. She bit her lip, remembering how her heart jumped when he grabbed her earlier that day. That had been the only time he looked into her eyes showing an emotion other than hate.

He cares if I live or die…Somewhat…

And then even earlier that day, as he slowly, sensuously (to her, at least) enjoyed his ice cream. It reminded her of a dream she had of him, only in that dream, he enjoyed her a lot more than ice cream and he made her melt a lot quicker.

Ignoring the part of her that said what she was about to do was wrong, her hand crept into the waist of her sweats and panties simultaneously as she kept her eyes on Dean's perfect face. She closed them, imagining him hovering over her as she gazed up at perfection. Her fingers moved slowly back and forth, careful not to cause any rustling or anything of that nature. Her eyes opened once more to fall upon him. The moonlight cast a slight shadow over his face, but accentuated the curves of his bicep. Hours ago, she touched that same bicep.

It was so firm and perfect… I just want to squeeze it again.

Her hand glided back and forth, meeting no resistance thanks to her slickness.

Both of them, while he makes love to me…

Her efforts began to make a light squelching sound, while in her heat, she began to imagine him moaning and groaning.

Yes… Moan for me. Moan my name!

After a certain point, she realized that she wasn't imagining anything. Opening her eyes, she noticed the distressed look on his face. He began to roll from side to side violently, almost as if he were seizing. She pulled her hand out of her pants quickly.

"Dean?"

No answer. He only tossed more violently and grunted louder.

"No…" he said in his sleep, "Alistair, stop! Ahh! Fuck!"

"Dean?" she repeated, both her concern and her voice rising.

When he began to fight the air, she sprung up and rushed to his bedside, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"Dean, it's okay. Wake u- ahhhh!"

She looked up at him as he crushed her wrists into the bed, all of his weight pressing onto her. His sweat-covered face wore a deranged look for a brief moment before realizing it was Lory he just went Triple H on, and not Alistair. He loosened his grip but still didn't release her. She feared him, and he liked it.

"You were having a nightmare…" she explained tentatively.

The door suddenly opened and Sam walked through, looking pleased with himself until he stopped just past the threshold, looking at them, blankly, blinking.

"Wow… Go, Ruby."

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