Disclaimer: Seriously don't own 'em people....thats why I'm doing this. Stephanie is mine though.

A/N: Ok, nother chapter up. Thank you to the readers and reviewers that I cannot reply to, wish I could. But I still love to hear from you.....ONWARD!

Oh, I Love You SciFiRN....didn't want you to think I didn't or somethin'. lol. You help so much. Not sure why you let me bother you so much.


Dean's eyes fluttered open and he stretched lazily. He just wasn't ready to get out of bed yet so he closed them again and groaned as he rolled to his side. He felt something between his elbows and hesitantly opened one eye to see Stephanie's arm.

She was lying on her stomach, face turned toward Dean with a lock of dark brown hair strewn across her right eye and nose. Her right arm lay trapped between his, and she had her left arm up by her head. She actually looked like she passed out face first.

Dean smiled. She looked sweet and innocent. Reaching his left hand up, he brushed the lock of hair from her face, letting his finger lightly trace over her cheek then to her shoulder and down her arm. His breath caught when she groaned and shifted to pull her hand in toward her body. He closed his eyes, threw the blanket off and flipped onto his back, right forearm over his eyes.

Stephanie watched him beneath her lashes struggling to resist the urge to reach out and trace the muscles of his chest. Her eyes moved from his shoulders, down his chest and then lower to the waist of his jeans. The jut of his hipbones leaving her mouth dry. She swallowed when his left hand fell to his chest, scratching absently before sliding lower.

Dean moved his hand down his chest, intent on readjusting himself and then stopped when he remembered the girl beside him. He pulled his arm from his eyes and he would have sworn he saw her eyes slam shut. A smile lit his face.

Eyes on her face, he moaned quietly.

Her eyes were suddenly open, scanning him head to toe.

"Caught you." Dean chuckled when she blushed. He rolled to his side, facing her, "That's just kinda naughty."

She shifted positions, turning to face him and resting her head on her hand. She snorted as she rolled her eyes. "I thought you were hurt or something."

He outright laughed at that and then pulled himself upright, glancing to Sam, making sure he was still asleep. He nodded. "You just keep telling yourself that sweetheart." He stretched with a big yawn and headed to the bathroom.

Stephanie fell back onto the bed. Angry at herself for letting him get to her. She was usually so much more in charge of her emotions. Hell, men didn't get under her skin, she got under theirs. She stretched and felt her back pop. She needed to work some of the kinks out, center herself and she needed a bit of room and privacy to do it.

Dean exited the bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and dug through his bag. He sniffed a shirt, wrinkled his nose, tossed it back in and then sniffed another before smiling around the toothbrush and holding it up like it was a blue ribbon. He went back into the bathroom and then poked his head back out. "Hey?"

Stephanie sat on the bed and glanced to the door, "Huh?"

"Breakfast? Coffee?" He moved back into the bathroom, rinsed his mouth, dried his face and then came back out, pulling the t-shirt over his head.

"Yes and yes." She stood with a smile and stretched over her head.

Dean watched her shirt pull up and tighten over her breasts. With a nod, he dropped his eyes to his boots as he sat on the bed to start pulling on clean socks and his boots. "Whacha want?"

Stephanie moved toward the end of the bed. With Dean gone, she'd have some privacy since Sam was still snoring.

She shrugged. "Whatever. I'm not too picky about it, but nothing sweet. Not for breakfast, upsets my stomach. Coffee, with sugar."

"Nothing sweet for breakfast? You mean like donuts or pancakes, or waffles or muffins? None of that?" He stared at her like she'd suddenly grown horns and a pointy tail.

She rolled her eyes. "Exactly, nothing like that. Muffins? Maybe. I usually stick with eggs, bacon, sausage…You know protein, fat and cholesterol."

"I'm with you, but really? No pancakes?"

She grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom. "I like 'em for dinner or dessert." She shut the bathroom door, leaving Dean staring at the closed door.

Stephanie used the bathroom, brushed her teeth and pulled on a pair of loose boxers, but she didn't leave the safety of the bathroom until she heard the rumble of the old Chevy. Then she sighed, opened the door and pulled her IPod from her pack. She let her mind wander back to watching Dean and then she shook herself from the memory. She scrolled to the playlist labeled, "Relax", hit play and then slid the arm strap up her bicep.

She needed to settle herself so she sat on the floor, legs bent loosely and focused on her breathing. Slow in and out, as she sought to balance her thoughts and emotions. She let the music guide her breathing, mindful to keep each breath steady and equal. She focused inward, using the tempo of the music as a guide. Her thoughts flowed with her breathing. She let go of her fear, her anger and all negative emotions and focused on warmth, safety and comfort. Her mind kept straying and it took her a more than five minutes to find her center. When she felt comfortable, she stood.

She inhaled and exhaled and with the next inhale she began her Sun Salutation by bringing her arms out and then up. She exhaled and dropped down straight from her hips with her palms flat, beside her feet letting the stretch pull all the tension from her back. With the next inhale she straightened her back, exhaled and back down. Her next inhale brought her to a low lunge and she worked into Downward Facing Dog.

She spent several breaths in the position, focusing on her form and her breathing, enjoying the stretch and pull of tight muscles. She inhaled and slid into Sphinx Pose, holding it. She felt the stretch through her lower back, pushing upward and backward for several long breaths. Her eyes drifted closed as she focused.

She rose up onto her forearms and toes into Dolphin Plank Pose. Again, holding it to feel the strain in her arms and legs, the muscles burning and twitching. A fine sheen of sweat slicked her skin and she breathed, holding it, savoring it. When the burn pushed past strain into pain, she inhaled and dropped down into Dolphin Pose. Toes outstretched behind her, head directly over her shoulders. Her arms were straight, palms pressed into the floor. The music lulled her, kept her breathing steady and deep. She never heard the door open.

She pulled her knees under her and exhaled as she bent backward over them, letting her head fall back, chin toward the ceiling as her hands fell to just inside her ankles. She pulled backward, stretching deep into Camel Pose.

Dean watched, the door still hanging open behind him. He gently kicked it shut and put the food down on the small table. Stephanie's body was silhouetted by the bathroom light and he stared at her in profile. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts with each deep breath and the total lack of self-consciousness. She was flexible, god the thoughts that ran through his head. Too many fantasies all wrapped up in one small, underage package. He tried to clear his thoughts.

Stephanie pushed further into a back bend. Her elbows met the floor, hands grasping her heels as she pushed her head toward her knees, forehead against the ground. She inhaled, expanded her chest and then exhaled softly and pressed her forearms and shins into the floor while at the same time pulling her chest toward the ceiling. She breathed deeply, expanding her chest and keeping her belly soft for a full minute before releasing and pushing herself upright as she inhaled.

Dean's mouth was hanging open and he stood motionless as she bent herself backward, forming a rough triangle. More thoughts, totally inappropriate, bubbled into his head. Her shirt had ridden up and slid to just below the curve of her breasts, the boxer's she'd pulled on were loose and the waistband of her panties was visible just below her jut of hipbone. The exercise brought a healthy glow to her skin and the sweat glistened in the dim light. Dean held his breath as she curled up and then bent toward the floor, still on her knees. She brought her forehead to the floor and rested her arms by her legs as she breathed slowly and deeply, she appeared to be resting. Dean took an uncertain step forward and cleared his throat.

Stephanie rested in Child's Pose for a minute before rising up to Hero's Pose and focusing her breathing once again. She rolled her head on her shoulders and smiled wide before pressing her hands to the floor, lifting her bottom and then crossing her ankles. She eased back onto her bottom and stretched her legs out in front of her. The she stood, bent forward, palms to the floor and then slowly rose up one vertebra at a time until she stood. Once again, she rolled her head on her shoulders, then stretched hands into the air before finally opening her eyes.

She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and startled before realizing it was Dean. She yanked on her earbuds. "How long have you been there?"

He smirked. "Long enough to realize just how bendy you are." He winked and pointed to the food on the table. "Coffee and bagel sandwiches. Eggs and sausage."

Stephanie blushed and pulled her shirt back down.

Dean moved to Sam's bed and gently woke his brother by bouncing his knees on the bed and making horrible vulgar moaning sounds. "Oh, Sam…Ohhh, Sam. Yeah, Sam give it to me!"

Stephanie giggled.

Sam came up off the bed swinging at his brother with a, "Shut the fuck up, jerk." He managed to land a punch to Dean's chest that sent him sprawling onto the floor.

Dean pouted, "Bitch." He sullenly pulled himself from the floor. "Just trying to tell you breakfast was ready, Samantha."

Sam glared and threw off the blanket that was tangled in his legs. He stood and scratched himself through the fly of his boxers before heading to the bathroom.

Dean looked to Stephanie and winked, "He's gonna come out of there all embarrassed he just did that in front of you." He crossed his arms and watched the door.

The toilet flushed, then they heard the sink. Then there was a muffled curse. The bathroom door opened and Sam poked his head out, glanced around the room and blushed.

"Shit. I really did that didn't I?"

Stephanie snorted. "It's okay chief. I've seen it before." She turned to the table. "You know Uncle Bobby walks around in his boxers all the damn time." She shuddered. "I still don't think he realizes just how, um…well gaping they can be." She pulled a sandwich from the bag and snagged the coffee marked with a S.

Dean slapped a hand to his forehead and turned to Sam. "Oh hell, there's a picture I did not need. Quick Sam, help me out."

Sam smirked and exited the bathroom. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. "Angelina Jolie in the back of the Impala?"

Dean smiled all mellow, eyes dropping to half-mast. "Nice Sammy…" He purred and nodded. "That'll do."


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