Disclaimer: Only own Steph and the bed im about to pass out in.

A/N: Ok, you guys got a long chappie last time and short this time since this is a mid week update I don't feel bad. Besides, I'm beat and the liquid nails im putting my floor down with is slow drying so I'm sitting on a toolbox and a paint can to post this (don't believe me, ask SciFiRN)...see how much I love you guys.

SciFiRN, I love you and I'm tired and my ass hurts and I have another quiz to do so I'm going to bed honey.

Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked at Sam slumped against the window. He cleared his throat loudly, in an unsuccessful attempt to wake his little brother. He shifted again and sighed as he turned off the radio, which usually brought Sam into consciousness. This time, it didn't work, so Dean resorted to brute force.

He leaned over and flicked his brother's earlobe with his middle finger.

Sam heard Dean chuckle as he jumped, grabbed his ear with one hand and mumbled a sleepy, "Jerk," under his breath.

Dean snorted. "Wakey, wakey, bitch...I need to stretch my legs, take a leak and get some coffee and food; I'm fucking starving." He glanced to the gas gauge, "Sides, we're under quarter of a tank."

Sam snorted and rubbed at his eyes. "Yeah, so low on gas plus your empty stomach translates to me being woke up. Great." He sat up a little and looked around, glancing at the outside scenery. "How long we been on the road?"

Dean shrugged. "Let's see...been through two AC/DC albums," He looked to Sam, "Twice, plus Metallica and Triumph. So that's about four hours, maybe a little less."

Sam groaned and stretched carefully, not wanting to wake Stephanie. "Lovely."

Dean rolled his eyes and adjusted Stephanie's feet on his lap when she moved a bit. "Keep it down and do me a favor, Bitch, watch for a fill up station."

Sam snorted. "Whatever, Jerk."

Sam glanced down at the sleeping girl in his lap. He pushed her hair out of the way, revealing her face. Sam smiled. "Can't believe she's still asleep."

Dean risked a glance at her before looking back at the road. "Yeah, keep it down and she'll stay asleep. She didn't get much sleep last night."

Sam continued to play with her hair while he looked to his brother. "What? She keep you up?"

Dean coughed and shook his head with a smirk. "Yeah, she did manage to keep me up for a while." A small smile settled on his lips before he frowned and glanced back to the road. He pointed ahead of them. "What's that sign say, Hawkeye?"

Sam squinted. "Gas and Food, five miles."

"Well, guess that's where we'll be stopping." Dean nodded and adjusted his rearview mirror. "Hope they have burritos. I'm in the mood for burritos."

Sam glared. "No way, I am not letting you eat burritos if we're gonna be stuck in the car for the next twenty four hours." He shook his head. "Hell no."

Sam rested his head against the seat only to stiffen when he felt Stephanie move in his lap. He glanced down and watched slightly amused and shocked as she groaned sleepily and rolled onto her stomach, her nose grazed the fly of his jeans before settling with her face pressed firmly against his package.

Her feet moved across Dean's lap and he gripped the steering wheel, "Whoa...hey..." He glanced at Sam and his eyebrows shot up when he saw Stephanie's face buried in his brother's crotch.

He stifled his chuckle and cocked his head sideways. "Huh, so that's when she does that."

Sam sank into his seat, trying to put as much distance between his junk and the underage mouth as possible. "This is freakishly awkward." He reached down and lifted her head, intent on turning her back the other way whether she liked it or not. He gently slid her hair out of the way and caught sight of something on her neck. He looked at his brother, who seemed to be very amused by this. "She's got a tattoo?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I know. Says Bobby had her get it." He shrugged. "I figure he thought ours were so cool he had Steph get one." He winked and then turned back to the road. "You know, she's always falling asleep on her side and wakes up on her stomach." He glanced at his watch. "So, she must turn about four hours in."

Sam shook his head, "So the tat was Bobby's idea?"

Dean nodded. "That's what she said."

Sam lifted Stephanie's head and turned her gently toward the dash and motioned to Dean. "Hey, you think she's comfortable with her feet that way?"

Dean rolled his eyes but reached down and fixed her legs. "I think she'll live, but fine." He adjusted her legs with a sigh.

Sam caught sight of something else when the rest of her body was moved. He pushed her hair away from her neck for a better look. "Jesus, Dean! Look at her neck."

A guilty look settled on Dean's face when he glanced over to see Sam examining the bite marks he'd left.

Sam's finger gently traced one of the marks and he sighed sadly. "Preacher must have bit...." He looked to his brother and stopped mid-sentence. He saw the look on Dean's face and he knew. "Fuck, Dean. It was you?!"

Dean glanced from the road to his brother with guilt on his face. "Sam...I..."

Sam gaped at his brother. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Dean sighed and tried to defend himself. "It was a one time thing, alright Sam."

Sam continued to stare, appalled at his brother. "That don't make it okay, Dean. I mean Jesus, she's seventeen and Bobby's niece for christsakes."

Dean's jaw dropped and his eyes moved to Sam's as he growled. "Funny...kinda like how she was seventeen and Bobby's niece when you felt her up and had your tounge down her throat in the bathroom?"

Sam's eyes widened and a look of complete shock, guilt and a little bit of fear settled on his face. "You know about that?"

Dean's jaw tightened and he nodded. "Yeah, Sam. Saw the whole thing. So get off my ass about this, okay? We both screwed up."

Sam let out a defiant huff. "Yeah, but Dean I kissed her and copped a feel. I didn't watch her get off and then eat her fuckin' neck."

Dean shook his head and laughed indignantly. "I've seen the way you look at her, Sam. So don't you dare try and tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing if you had the opportunity." He slapped the steering wheel. "Don't even fucking try and deny it."

Sam's hand paused in Stephanie's hair. His brother was right. He couldn't deny it. He found her attractive and he liked her. "Shit Dean, she gets to me sometimes. Hell, I even told you that the other day when you started bullshitin' about 'kosher' thoughts." He looked to his brother as they shared a snorted laugh. "I can't help that she turns me on and the bathroom? You're right. It was wrong." He shook his head and motioned to Stephanie's neck. "But come on man, how 'kosher' were those thoughts?"

Sam glanced to his brother and back to the marks on Stephanie's neck. "Dude, those had to hurt her. What the hell were you thinkin'?"

"It wasn't anything she didn't want." Dean kept his eyes on the road. "I mean it." He caught his brother's eyes and shrugged. "She liked it, Sammy."

Sam's eyes went round. "Fuck, that..." He saw the truth in Dean's eyes and then looked down to Stephanie. She looked so young when she slept and he shook his head. "I'm sorry, but that's hot man."

Dean snorted and shifted under Stephanie's feet in an attempt to inconspicuously readjust his thickening cock as the memory sent blood to his groin. "You're tellin' me."

Dean glanced to Sam then dropped his gaze to Stephanie and then back to the road with a sigh. "Look, I'm not trying to justify what I did. I fucked up...I know it, but she was upset. She thought we'd think she was dirty, Sam." He shook his head and sighed. "You don't know how bad it really was for her, Sam. The things they said and did....she gave you the sugar coated version, man." His hand moved over her lower leg. "I was just trying to reassure her that we, that I didn't think she was dirty or wrong. I just wanted to help her forget." He shrugged. "I get it was wrong. I was just trying to help her forget for a few minutes."

He got it; his anger shifted from Dean to the bastards who hurt her and made her feel that way. Anger flared behind Sam's eyes. "Damn those assholes." He slapped the dashboard sharply.

Stephanie wriggled in Sam's lap at the sound and Sam made soothing sounds as he played his fingers into her hair. He glanced to Dean and dropped his voice. "I want to fucking hunt them down and gut 'em, Dean."

Dean sighed wearily. "Yeah, you and me both, Sam." He stole a glance at her peaceful, sleeping face. "She didn't deserve that."

Sam nodded and brushed hair from her face. "Shit man, no one deserves that." He glanced back to his brother. "But you're sure there's nothing else between you two?"

Dean's eyebrows furrowed. "What are you getting at?"

Sam pushed his own hair from his face and glanced at his brother. "You know the whole quiet, private moment with the, 'You with me, baby?' thing you did earlier?"

Dean shook his head and snorted. "Yeah, okay, but you're the one she kissed before she fell asleep." He glanced at Sam with one eyebrow arched and he parrotted back. "So, anything going on there, Sammy?"

Sam furled his eyebrows at his brother. "Wha- You're serious?"

Dean's pointed look answered that.

Sam sighed. "No, man. Nothing's goin' on, okay? We're friends. Jesus, this chick's made you paranoid." Sam turned and glared at his brother. "Speaking of which, you never said there wasn't anything between you two." Sam raised his eyebrows at him. "Which would make a hell of a lot of sense right now."

Dean looked to Sam and smiled. "Give me a break Sammy." He shook his head with a smirk. "I mean she's hot and flirty, but she's still just a kid and come on, Sam. You know I like my girls with a bit more experience." He winked and smiled. "We're just babysitting and deep inside you know it."

A/N: Let me know what you guys think.