Author's Chapter Notes:

Hi there

Another one! Title says it all in this one!

Little bit of pleasure and pain for Dean in this one. Enjoy. Mary xx

Fun and Games

Julie-Anne was lying on top of him in the back seat of the Impala and Dean was as happy and relaxed as he had been in a long time.

She nuzzled into his neck and kissed his skin softly. "We should do that again."

"Yeah, but you'll have to give me a minute." He tightened his arms round her and rested his head on hers, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

She laughed softly into his neck. "What's wrong stud, tired you out already?"

"After what you just did to me….yeah you kinda did." He pulled her up and into a kiss, groaning as her hands roamed and his body decided that maybe it wasn't as tired as his head thought it was.

"Thought you were tired?" She giggled and the little vibration sent a shudder through him. "Or are you just scared that we'll be late back for the curfew mom placed on us after her talk on safe sex?"

He chuckled and touched foreheads with her. "Yeah she scared me that much I'm lying naked with her daughter in the backseat of my car, something I'm pretty sure that she won't be please with."

"I think she's jealous."

He rolled his eyes. "Don't even go there."

"So did you get the 'not in my day' speech or the 'use precautions or I'll kill you' speech?"

"Both." He ran his hands down her side making her squirm and giggle.

"Oh, she must have such a low opinion of you! Can't think why." She slipped her hand under him and pinched a bit of butt cheek.

He scowled at her but she kissed it away. "God I thought it was embarrassing when I was twelve and my Dad caught me…….." He stopped as she stared at him. "Never mind…let's just say that was worse than my Dad's speech when I was fifteen. She beat him hands down, and where did she get the box of condoms from? I was really kinda worried for a minute that she was going ask me to show her that I knew how to use them!"

"Think yourself lucky that she likes you, she did ask my last boyfriend to. She said he looked too stupid to know what he was doing."

"You know what? I bet she did as well." Dean laughed. "I thought that speech sounded well rehearsed."

She punched him gently. "Are you implying that she's had to use it a lot?"

"Maybe." He raised his eyebrows at her and grinned.

"Yeah, 'cos I bet you're such a saint when it comes to this." She ran a finger down his chest.

"Practice does make perfect."

"It certainly does." She lent in and kissed him again. "So I take it you've had lots of practice then?"

"Maybe." He replied coyly.

"Shows."

He blushed and she ran her hand over his cheek, tracing the outline of the flush that had filled his face. "Mom was right." She ran her fingers over his lips and stole another kiss.

"What about?"

"You. You're cute when you blush."

His coloured deepened. "You're mom thinks I'm cute? And you guys were discussing me?"

"Yup. I had to beat her off with a stick to stake my claim." He laughed at the determined look on her face.

"You did that alright. Much as I think your mom is cool, she's….don't take this the wrong way….kinda old….compared to me I mean. Do not tell her I said that ok?"

"What….that's she cool or old?"

"Both, either could get me into trouble."

"She would have if she had really wanted to you know."

"Would have what?" He cocked his head quizzically.

"Hit on you."

"She was hitting on me."

"See."

A mischievous look crossed his face. "Is that were you get it from?"

She punched him again. "My mother leads a very interesting life." Julie-Anne gave him a cryptic smile.

He pulled her away from him. "Really?"

"I mean I wasn't exactly conceived in a loving relationship. Dad was a biker. Took a spill off of his bike and mom fixed his road rash and a few other itches for him. He was so grateful that he left her a present. Me. And she hasn't exactly lived like a nun since then either."

"So this isn't the first time that she's molested one of her patients? Isn't there a law against that?"

Julie-Anne laughed at the look on his face. "Probably, but can you blame her. Have you looked at you?" She smiled as he blushed again. "My mom's only human you know. Besides she's a witch, would you take her to court?"

"Not if I wanted to stay intact I wouldn't."

"Exactly." She folded her arms on his chest and lent her head on them. "She likes younger guys, my dad was ten years younger than her. She says old guys aren't as much fun, not as willing to experiment with her ideas."

"One; I can't believe you guys discussed this! Two; I think I need to scrub my brain free of the image that you've just put there." He ran his hands through her hair. "Three; that was way too much information and too much talk about your mom and sex, you're making me feel like some kind of lab rat!" He pulled her hand lower "And….you've scared my libido away."

"That's ok." She pulled one of his nipples into her mouth and a groan from his lips. "I know what it likes to tempt it back. No more talking. I promise."

Dean was glad of that because what she did to him next left him speechless.

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Two days later

Sam coughed as he waited for his brother to put Julie-Anne down and get in the car.

Dean held up a finger but didn't break the kiss until he felt a hand on his shoulder. "You two should really need to come up for air sometime soon you know."

They broke apart and turned to where Agnes was standing. "I've seen limpets less attached than you two."

"Just leaving her something to remember me by."

"As long as that's all you leaving her with!" Agnes folded her arms. "I gave you those condoms for a reason you know."

Dean blushed furiously and he and Julie-Anne exchanged a little look which Agnes caught. She turned to scowl at her daughter. "What have you been telling him?"

"Nothing!" Julie-Anne turned away and Dean stifled a laugh.

"Are we chatting or hunting?" Sam huffed from across the Impala.

"Hunting. Get in the car." Dean threw his bag in the trunk and slammed it shut then moved in and stole another kiss from Julie-Anne.

"God, get a room." Dean turned to him and Sam read his mind. "No. She is not coming with us!" Dean smiled and shrugged. He would never have taken her anyway, too distracting. He smiled to himself at the image that thought conjured up.

"You boys ready?" John came out with Pastor Jim and joined the little party at the car.

"Yeah. Locked and loaded."

"Better get a move on then, if you leave now you'll be there before nightfall, let you get settled and organised for later on. You boys be careful now, this spirit has already taken down a few people at the house and at least one hunter in the cemetery."

"We'll watch what we're doing Dad, I promise."

Dean started as his Dad pulled him into a quick hug.

"Ok." John broke the little awkward moment. "Best you get going."

"Don't I get a hug?" Agnes grinned at Dean.

"Only if you keep your hands above waistline." Dean smirked.

She tutted at him and pulled him gently into a hug. "You be careful, much as I enjoyed getting to have my way with you I do not want to see you lying hurt in that bed again. Understand?"

Her voice was so sincere that he couldn't make a joke of it. "I will."

She tightened the hug for a moment and then released him.

Julie-Anne can forward and gave him a hug too. He lent in. "See no hands, she knows she's lost." He kissed her again briefly and then got in the car. "We'll call when we get there Dad."

"See that you do." John banged the roof of the car as their signal to leave.

The little party watched as they drove away and Agnes stepped up behind John. "So, you can do something right once in a while."

She was gone before he could reply.

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Riverend Cemetery

Sam pulled the car round and parked it on the path near the graveside that his brother was standing at, shotgun by his side. He got out, opened the trunk and grabbed two shovels, a torch, salt and the lighter fluid. Placing the two latter items on the ground and the torch on the headstone, he handed his brother one of the shovels.

The rain was coming down in sheets and the two boys were soaked through in a matter of minutes.

"Do you think Dad read the weather forecast and that's why he let us do this on our own?" Sam shrugged to chase away the rain drops that were trying to get down inside his collar.

"Knowing Dad, probably. Keep an eye peeled Sam, if this ghost shows I don't want it getting too close before we see it. You go home with bruises and I'm the one that'll have to explain them to Dad."

"Yeah, 'cos if the ghost gets the jump on us it'll be all your fault."

"It will in Dad's eyes if you get hurt. You want to get included in the hunts more Sam we need to show Dad that we know what we're doing on one."

"I don't care if he lets me go or not now, it's not like I'll be doing this much longer anyway." Sam kicked himself as he saw his brother hesitate for just a moment before he resumed digging.

"No I don't suppose you will. Less talk, more digging Sam. Put your back into it." The conversation was over, and Sam knew that he'd killed it.

---

They dug in silence for the next hour, stopping only for a drink and when Dean thought he'd heard something.

Sam stopped a little while later. "Dean, I gotta pee. I won't be long."

"Take the shotgun." Dean picked up the gun that was lying on the edge of the hole, near where he was digging, and handed it to his brother.

"No, if she's going to come for someone Dean it more likely that it'll be the one that's desecrating her grave and not the one peeing on someone else's." He went to walk away.

"Sam! You were the one that was in charge of weapons. You were the one that only put one shotgun in the trunk, not me, so take the damned thing or I swear I'll come with you and watch to make sure you're ok."

"Bossy much." Sam snatched the shotgun from Dean's hands. "How do I hold this and pee at the same time?"

"What you don't got two hands Sammy?" Dean crossed his arms across his chest. "Take the gun, go pee and then get your ass back here 'til we get this finished and get out of this rain."

"Fine." Sam shouldered the shotgun and stomped off.

"Huffy……..sonuvabitch!" The last part was directed at the spirit that chose the moment Sam disappeared from view to exploded the back screen on the Impala.

Dean hauled himself out of the grave just as the windshield followed the back glass. He grabbed two handfuls of salt from the bag sitting next to the headstone and ran at the ghostly image in front of him, his blood boiling at the scene before him. The driver's side window went next and he was screaming his anger now.

"I'm gonna toast your ass, you freak." The ghost vanished as he threw the salt at it and he yelled for his brother. "Sam! Get your backside back here with the damn gun!"

He'd reached the passenger side of the car when he realised that it was moving, the whole car sliding sideways towards him. He automatically raised his hands and pressed them to the windows on that side of the car and cursed in surprise as they exploded too, showering him in glass and causing him to loose his balance for just enough time for the metal of the car to connect with him. Grabbing at the doorframe, ignoring the bite of the tiny shards of glass that were still lying there, he hung on for dear life.

Sam came at a full run, realising what was happening before his brother did, his angle of view better. He stopped in mid stride and changed his course, heading for the grave. He slid down onto his knees, dropping in and tossing the gun as he did. There was only a small layer of dirt left on the casket but he ignored it, straddled it and pushing his fingers into the dirt at the side, pried the lid open.

Dean had seen Sam heading for the grave but he knew that he wasn't going to have enough time. He knew what the spirit was doing and he couldn't stop it.

"Sam! Get out. Leave it and get out!" He screamed to his brother and then screamed again as his legs were dragged over a small flat grave marker that was just high enough crush him further up under the car for the few minutes that it took to clear it.

Sam pulled the lid fully back and then turned, realising that he was too late as the Impala slid over that last bit of ground between it and the grave.

"Get out!" Dean's voice pulled Sam to his sense and he scrambled out just as the front end of the car cleared the top of the hole and the front wheel and his brother slid in. Sam thought for one horrid moment that the car was going to fall in and crush Dean but the front bumper and grill lodged on top of the side of the grave and the open lid, leaving her hanging precariously over the hole.

Dean was up in a minute, rage fuelling him he drag himself from the grave despite the pain in his back and legs. He gripped the salt bag and tossed it in over the exposed corpse.

Sam stared wide eyed. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Lighting this bitch up!" He screamed at the air around him and Sam picked up the shotgun, watching for her reappearing, still not quite believing that his brother was going to do this. "Did you think that pushing me and my car into your grave would stop me?!" He sprayed fuel over the end of the coffin nearest to him, pulled the matches from his pocket and struck them. The spirit appeared behind him then and he thanked the lord that Sam was a good shot as the cartridge skimmed by him and dispersed her.

"Bye bitch." He dropped the matches into the grave and smiled as the corpse lit up. Pausing to savour the moment for the briefest of seconds he sprinted round to the trunk of the car and pull the fire extinguisher from it.

He waited until the flames where licking the underside of the car, Sam hopping from foot to foot nervously beside him before he used the extinguisher. As the last of the flames died and the canister emptied Dean tossed it into the grave and then stood back to finally take in the scene before him.

"Sonuvabitch!" He let his head drop back on to his shoulder and looked skywards for inspiration.

Sam eyed him anxiously." So….what do we do now?"

Dean turned and glared at him. "Now? I have to phone Dad and get my ass handed to me on a plate." He pulled his phone from his pocket and then looked across the graveyard, the idea forming as he spotted the piece of equipment tucked in the far corner of the yard. "Unless?" He dialled the number. "Hey Bobby it's Dean…..yeah I'm good….no, I've got a bit of car trouble….I need a garage that'll be able to get me glass for the Impala……all of them. " He held the phone away from his ear and Sam almost sniggered at the curse words that could clearly be heard. It went quiet and Dean brought the phone back to speak the older hunter. "No a spirit…..Riverend……speak to you then…..Bobby?.....thanks."

Dean shut the phone and smiled at his brother. "How'd you like to spend another couple of nights here?"

"Not really." Sam shook the rain off him like a dog.

"Beats going back and telling Dad we screwed up."

Sam couldn't argue with that.

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It had taken them two hours, a lot of swearing and the huge ride-on grass cutter for the graveyard to get the Impala out of the grave and back on three and a bit wheels. The front passenger wheel was a goner, the rim was bent, the tyre flat and the wheel itself buckled.

"Freakin' ghosts. Why can't they just cross over when they're supposed to?"

"Dean, she was murdered, she had a right to be angry."

"Not at me she didn't. I swear, I wish I could bring her back just to get the pleasure of killing her my damned myself!" Dean pushed the jack under the car and started to raise her up a little. Sam stood watching him and he turned. "That hole…." He pointed to the grave. "…..isn't gonna fill itself back in Sammy. So get to it while I change the wheel."

He smiled sweetly as Sam huffed at him; muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'ok Dad' and grabbed the shovel.