Disclaimer: Only own Steph and my naughty Winchester involved dreams. lol.
A/N: This is a little short, but theres gonna be one posted on Saturday so you don't have to suffer too long. I just had an urge to update so I did. lol.
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ONWARD! lol.
Stephanie giggled.
Dean shot her a look. "What?"
She sipped her coffee and shook her head. "Nothing."
He stepped toward her, "Then what's with the giggles?" He looked to Sam and watched him shrug.
"I just know that EVERY time I see Uncle Bobby in his boxers I'm going to visualize Angelina in the backseat of your car." She winked and moved to the bed she shared with Dean, sandwich and coffee in hand, as she crawled to the head of it on her knees.
"Something wrong with that?" Dean asked suggestively as he picked up his own food and settled into one of the two chairs by the little table.
Stephanie set her cup and wrapped sandwich on the nightstand, spun around, dropped her knees down and landed on her butt. "Absolutely nothing…" She leaned toward him and shook her head as she licked her lips. "That woman is hot…makes me consider switching sides." She winked and picked up her sandwich.
Sam spit his coffee onto the floor as he laughed and took the chair opposite his brother.
Dean's mouth fell open, he started to say something, closed his mouth, opened it again and then settled on. "Is it beyond you to eat at the table or somethin'?"
Stephanie glanced up, pulling her sandwich from her mouth. "Huh?"
Dean motioned to where she was sitting, and then back to the table. "You always eat on the bed. There's a perfectly good table right here."
Stephanie swallowed her food. "Okay, we've only eaten together twice, what the hell do you mean by always?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."
Stephanie shrugged. "S' just more comfortable." She set her sandwich back on the table.
"Mwaybwe," Dean said around a mouthful of bagel, egg, sausage and cheese. "Bwut, you're getting crwumbs in MY bed."
She rolled her eyes and turned away from the table. She bent over the bed, dragging things around the floor, her ass facing the boys.
Sam took a bite of his sandwich and shook his head at the two of them. He could only hope that they wouldn't be like this all the time, but when she bent over and her camisole rode high up her back, boxers pulling tight across her ass, he choked on his food and started coughing.
Dean chuckled, he'd been enjoying the view, but now his brother was struggling for breath. "You alright Sammy?" He stood and slapped Sam, harder than necessary, between the shoulder blades. "Hate it when that happens, man…" He waggled his eyebrows and bent close to Sam's ear. He spoke softly, "Maybe if you got laid more often?"
Sam looked up, tears on his face and then elbowed Dean in the gut. "Jackass."
Dean rocked back on his heels with a smile. "Yes I am and you love me for it." He patted Sam on the head like a child. "Now be a good boy and behave."
Sam snorted in disgust and took a sip of coffee as he wiped at his face.
Stephanie, who'd been enjoying the banter, finally came up with her laptop in hand and a smile on her face.
"Hey, before you check your email or your MySpace can you look up some more stuff on our case." Sam threw out sarcastically, over the rim of his cup.
Stephanie looked up at him with a smug smirk on her face and shook her head. "You now too, huh? It's bad enough I have to take it from Captain Sarcasm over there." She waved toward Dean, puckered her lips and gave him a wink. "What did you think I was doing over here, looking up porn?"
"Great idea, why didn't you suggest it sooner?" Dean smiled wide, moved quickly to the bed, and settled beside Stephanie. He widened his eyes and pulled out his best imitation of Sam's puppy eyes. "Oh, can I pick the site then?" He pulled the computer onto his lap with a flourish. "I've got Platinum Memberships to all the best ones." His fingers were poised over the keys.
She jumped up, "What the…? God, you're sick in the head. No, no, no…I am not…"
Dean laughed.
Sam sighed and rolled his eyes.
Stephanie stood beside the bed, arms crossed and head cocked to the side. "Well, on second thought." She smiled slyly and snuggled back down beside Dean. She pulled his arm around her shoulder and then moved the computer so it rested half in her lap and half in his.
She shoved his hand from the keyboard and began typing in an address. "I'll share, but only if I get to pick." She waited for his reaction.
His jaw dropped and he actually felt a blush rush his cheeks. He swallowed. If she wanted to play, he'd play. He motioned to the screen. "By all means." He shot Sam a glance.
Sam frowned, that big deep disapproving furrow between his eyes. "Damn it Stephanie, don't encourage him."
"Not everyone's as repressed as you Sasquatch…so stow it." Dean eyed his brother.
Sam held his hands up in surrender.
She smiled over the top of the screen and winked at Sam. "Here we go." She turned the screen so that Dean could see it better.
He was out of the bed in two seconds flat, his face pale and his eyes wide. "Shit, shit…fuck and damn it all to hell and back." He spun to face the bed and glared.
Stephanie missed most of his antics. She was laughing so hard, tears were running down her face. She was gasping for breath as Sam moved to get a look at the screen.
He gasped and then laughed. He threw his head back and shook his head. He managed to get himself under control, only to look at Stephanie, sharing a look and then they were both back to giggling.
Dean pouted. "Both of you are sick." He wiped a hand over his face. "That shit should be banned from the internet."
Sam gasped out, "Why?"
"Why? You're really asking me why?" He pointed to the computer in disgust. "Shit Sammy…" He shuddered and turned to Stephanie. "And what the hell do you know that address for?"
Stephanie gave a little giggle and wiped her eyes. "It's only boy on boy porn Dean. It's not like it's freaky, evil, devil worshipping sex or people having sex with animals or the nastier shit you can find out there."
Dean's glare cut Sam's snort short. "And again…why do you know that any of that is 'out there'?"
She smiled, "How was it you put it?" She furrowed her eyebrows, glared and deepened her voice, ""Not everyone's as repressed as you…"
Sam snorted, Stephanie giggled and Dean just glared before dropping back into his chair.
"Whatever…can we get back to business now?"
Stephanie rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time and with a sigh, she settled herself onto the bed and reclaimed her computer. "It's all fun until Dean's reminded of his sexual insecurity."
"I am not sexually insecure."
Eyes on the computer, "Whatever you say over there Ennis Del Mar."
"Huh?"
Sam shook his head, "Brokeback Mountain?"
Dean crumbled his sandwich wrapper and picked up his coffee. "Of course you would have seen that movie, Samantha." He sighed and tossed the wrapper into the trashcan. "I'm going to gas up the car. Hopefully by the time I'm back you two won't be as annoying." He sipped his coffee and muttered as he opened the door. "Brokeback Mountain my ass…"
"That's the idea, yeah…" Stephanie yelled just before he pulled the door shut.
Both of them could hear the string of curse words through the door and it took them five minutes to stop laughing and start back on the research.
A/N: Ok, seriously nothing that interesting happened in this chapter. But, it's funny so you'll get interesting next chapter.....if I get reviews. lol. That's just another way of me begging for them. On my knees here people.