Disclaimer: Yeah, still don't own the boys and their sexiness, or the show for that matter. Just Stephanie.

A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers, story alerters, and all the people who favorited me as an author or this story. You're all amazing.
SciFiRN, I love you as always, you help me find my way in the darkness.

Three minutes later and Dean was running out the door throwing a tie around his neck. He opened the driver's side door to find Stephanie in his seat. "Move."

Stephanie put a fake pout on her face. "What, I don't get to drive?"

Stephanie's pouty face made him laugh. "No, move."

Stephanie stuck her tongue out at him, but slid over. "Well, aren't we nice this morning?"

Dean cocked his head to the side and smirked. "I could tie you to the top of the car for the ride, how's that for nice?"

Stephanie's eyes slid to Dean's and she moaned quietly to get his attention. "Tying me up for a ride, sounds good." She winked.

Dean groaned and started the car. "Like I said before, you're playing with fire, sweetheart."

She slid over closer to him. Voice low. "And what? I might get burned?"

Dean whited out his knuckles gripping the steering wheel, as he pulled out of the parking lot. Ignoring her comment he asked, "So, where's this girl live."

Stephanie's eyes scanned the car with a curious look on her face. "I had a piece of paper with directions on it somewhere." She lifted her weight to see if she was sitting on it.

Dean scoffed. "Great. So you lost it."

"Shut up!" She threw out as she bent her head to check the floor and could hear him laughing. She mentally scowled at him. Turning her head to look toward Dean's side of the floor she saw it, over next to his door on the floor.

"Found it!"

"Good, because I have no idea where the hell-" He stopped when he realized she came up from the floor empty handed. "Thought you found it?"

Stephanie smiled. "I did, don't move." Stephanie leaned over Dean's lap fumbling blindly at the floorboards.

Dean voice almost squeaked. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Stephanie rolled her eyes. "It's down by your feet."

Her hot breath blew over the fly of his thin suit pants and she felt him harden.

He groaned low in his throat, he couldn't help it.

Stephanie smiled devilishly; she grabbed the paper but decided this was too good to pass up. She nonchalantly nudged his package with her chin.

His hand fell to the top of her head, no pressure just out of reflex and he moved uncomfortably beneath her.

She breathed hot air over his groin once more. Glancing up at him, voice teasing. "Anything else you want me to do while I'm down here?"

Her words shocked him and he jerked the wheel, sending the car onto the shoulder.

He wanted to scream, "Oh, god, yes" but he settled for, "Damn it. Now is so not the time…" He ground it out between clenched teeth before shifting his hand to her shoulder and nudging her from his lap.

"If you don't stop we're going to end up in a ditch." He glanced over to her, saw the flush on her cheeks and watched her smile as she straightened her clothes.

"You're like a pyro…you don't know when to stop."

She flashed him a wicked smile, "Burn baby burn…" Then she winked and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up and he could just make out the strap from her knife.

She turned in the seat and the skirt crept higher. She reached for the radio. "You mind if we listen?"

He shook his head. Music would be good as long as he didn't have to look at her next to him…as long as he didn't have to remember her sprawled across his lap, lips so close to…God, she was killing him.

She flipped on the radio.

Stephanie grimaced when the first thing she heard was something classical. She turned the dial quickly and scanned the stations looking for something both her and Dean could tolerate. She was safe with classic rock, maybe even some modern rock. Now to find out which station in this town played it.

She stopped when she caught the first lines of Britney Spears' cover of "I Love Rock-N-Roll" By Joan-Jett. A song she knew all too well. She smiled to Dean. "Mmm, I love this song, makes me want to move."

Dean arched his eyebrows. "Seriously? The original's better."

She shrugged. "I agree, but this one's easier to dance to."

She leaned back into her seat, swaying her body slowly to the music mouthing the words.

Hey, is this thing on? (uh uh)

I saw him dancin there by the record machine
I knew he must have been about 17
The beat was going strong
Playin my favorite song
I could tell it wouldn't be long till he was with Me (yeah me)
I could tell it wouldn't be long till he was with Me (yeah with me)
(sing it)
I love rock and roll, so put another dime in the Juke box baby
I love rock and roll so come and take the time and Dance with me
Ow!

She closed her eyes and started to pick up her movements, they became more obvious, more suggestive. Head craning to the right as her hips swayed left, hands on her knees balancing her movements.

He smiled so I got up and asked for his name
But that don't matter he said, cuz its all the same.
I said, can I take you home?
Where we can be alone
And next we're moving on, and he was with me (yeah Me)
We were moving on, and singing that same ol' song
(yeah with me)
(singing)
I love rock and roll, so put another dime in the Juke box baby
I love rock and roll, so come and take the time and Dance with me
Ow!

Stephanie's hips were now making full circles; she arched her back and swung her head slowly as she teased her hands through her hair. The rhythm of the song, the words and all the teasing had her riled up. She smiled and moved.

Dean watched as she all but fucked the seat beside him. He pulled up to a red light and watched as she moved in the seat beside him. He'd had lap dances that hadn't turned him on as much.

Shit, the thoughts that poured into his dirty mind, he so wanted to see her on top of him, moving like that, her hair swinging around her head and then brushing his chest; her hips grinding against his. He watched her run her hands up her legs, nails dragging the material and he wished they were on his chest. His breath caught and he was uncomfortably hard.

Stephanie turned to him, licked her lips and mouthed the words can I take you, where we can be alone? She ran a finger over her bottom lip and sucked it just for a second before dragging it down her throat to the top button of her shirt.

He watched her finger the button and then slide it open, her fingers then falling to the next button. She worked it open and leaned toward him just enough so he could see the tops of her breasts, the red lace of her bra now visible. His hand slid across the seat, found her knee and teased the skin on its underside. He bit back his groan when she gasped softly.

Stephanie let the music move her, as the tension coiled inside. She inched closer to Dean's side, wanting him, more like needing him to touch her.

He let his fingers dance under the hem of her skirt, felt her shiver and watched her move closer. He leaned over, hand drifting higher, head falling to hers. He could hear her soft, panting breaths over the music, her legs fell open, just an inch and his lips brushed hers.

She moaned, deep in her throat. His hand high on her thigh, skirt bunching up above his wrist, fingers just and inch or so away from where she wanted to feel him and then his lips were soft against hers. She opened her mouth, moving closer as she angled her head against the seat. Her tongue meeting his and then she heard his moan.

He shifted in his seat, turning toward her, he could feel the heat of her near his fingers and he couldn't remember wanting someone as much as he did now. He deepened the kiss, his tongue moving boldly against hers. His other hand moved to the back of her neck.

The sound of several horns made him jump. He glanced up at the light, now green, probably for sometime and he cursed, turned back to the wheel and hit the gas. He was forced to adjust himself through his pants, and he shot a glance at Stephanie.

She sat dazed, kind of staring out the window, hands haphazardly redoing her buttons. Her face was flushed, mouth swollen from his kiss and she was attempting to get her breathing under control. All he wanted to do was pull the car over and lay her down in the backseat. He groaned inwardly at that thought and then looked back to the road.

He cleared his throat. "Where do I turn?"

A/N: Do you Hate me? lol Okay, I fought with myself over which song to use in this chapter for literally hours. So, if you don't like the song I finally decided on, then I respectivly say 'Kiss my ass.' lol. I have a well-rounded taste in music and it's a good song.
And heres my normal 'I'm on my knees begging for reviews' plea.... *clears throat* I'm on my knees beggin for reviews people, love to get 'em, they brighten my day.