Disclaimer: I only own Steph, no show and sadly no sexy Winchesters.

A/N: Ok, I can never remember how many words are my norm so this is a little short, thought it was longer. Sorry. And it's a tad bit late, I ended up curled up in a friends bed infatuated with Pan's Labyrinth, sorry. Never saw it and it sucked me in. lol. But here it is.

SciFiRN; You help so much, I love you. Hope you have fun tonite!!

Stephanie's head lay on Sam's lap so that she faced the dashboard. A small sound escaped her throat as Sam continued to tease his fingers through her hair.

Dean turned into the gas station parking lot and pulled up to the first empty pump.

Sam couldn't help lifting Stephanie's hair to massage the tight muscles in her neck. Sam smiled when she moaned sleepily and stirred a bit in his lap.

Dean watched Sam's fingers move over Stephanie's neck and his breath caught in his throat when her foot dragged over his semi-hard cock. He put the car into park. "Come on, Sam; she needs to move."

Sam shot his brother a look and bent over Stephanie's ear. "Time to get up, Sleeping Beauty." He tucked her hair behind her ear and chuckled. "Dean's gotta take a leak."

Stephanie groaned and stretched, purposely digging her heel into Dean's crotch. She hid her smile when he gasped. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Sorry, Dean...did I hurt you?"

Dean grunted at her and looked around her to his brother. "Didn't we cover that rule the first time she rode with us, Sam?"

Sam smirked, trying not to smile. "Yeah, pretty sure we did." He glanced to Stephanie and winked. "Guess she's not good at keeping 'em."

Dean glared at his brother and then at Stephanie. "Yeah, I bet." He shook his head and tossed the keys to Sam. "Fill her up with the good stuff, Sammy and check the oil. She was a little low last time I checked." He motioned toward the trunk. "There's some in there."

Sam exited the car ahead of his brother and moved toward the bathroom.

Dean climbed out of the car and glared at his brother. "Dude, I gotta go."

Sam looked over his shoulder, only pausing to toss the keys overhand to his brother. "I'm halfway there, Dean; you're gettin' slow in your old age." He laughed as he pulled open the door to the little store.

Stephanie watched Dean glare at the door Sam dissapeared into. Then she watched him move to the rear of the car. He swiped a credit card and picked up the hose. She sat on her knees and watched him bend and open the gas hatch with a squeak before she finally heard the gas start to pour.

Dean sighed, his face drawn in a pout as he moved back to the car. He wasn't old and he hated Sam saying he was. He slumped into the seat and let his head fall back onto the head rest. "How're you doing?"

Stephanie smiled and slid beside him on her knees. "Fine. Why?"

He shrugged. "Just asking. I mean it's been a shitty couple of days, you're hurt." He smiled. "I just wanna make sure you're holdin' up okay."

Stephanie smiled. "I'm doing alright." She leaned closer, so that her lips were just above his. "But I could be better..."

Dean watched her start to lean closer and he turned his head away from her. When he saw that she pulled back he faced her again and caught her eyes, shaking his head.

Stephanie's eyebrows furled in confusion. "What's wrong? Sam can't see us."

Dean glared. "Funny you should mention him."

Stephanie's whole face showed her confusion now. "Okay, I'm lost, Dean. Wanna help me out here?"

Dean's jaw tightened. "You promised me you'd never kiss him again."

She gaped at him. "Is that what this is about? Dean, I promised I'd never make out with him or let him feel me up again or anything further than that. Not that I'd never hug or kiss the man."

Dean pouted and shook his head. "I still don't like it, Steph."

Stephanie shook her head and scoffed. "Why are you being so damn possessive?"

Dean snorted. "Like hell. I actually saw the way you looked at him. I just don't want you baiting my little brother. It's bad enough you keep comin' on to me."

Stephanie sat back, suddenly angry. "Bad enough I come on to you? Saw how I looked at him? What the fuck, Dean?"

Dean raised his eyebrows and gave her an odd look.

She shook her head and growled. "Did you miss the part in the bathroom where I was looking at you when he kissed me? And if I remember correctly, you didn't act like it was all bad when you shot your load all over my hands." She shoved at his shoulder and climbed out of the car. When he followed, calling her name she turned and glared at him. "Go fuck yourself, Winchester."

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Sam left the bathroom with a sigh as he dryed his hands on his jeans. He scowled and surveyed the coffee counter and food area with interest. He ducked to the left as a body came near him only to realize that it was Stephanie. She had her arms crossed protectively over her chest and her head down. He frowned and caught her elbow as she tried to move past him. "Whoa. Steph, what's wrong?"

Stephanie glared up at him and then sighed when she realized she had no reason to be mad at Sam. She shook her head, motioned toward the car and growled. "Your brother's just being a jackass again."

Sam rolled his eyes and smirked before glancing out the door. "Yeah, but what's got you so upset?"

Stephanie laughed. She appreciated Sam's humor. "Well, if you put it that way, then I guess I'm upset that your brother's pissed because I kissed you in the car."

Sam put his arm around Stephanie's shoulder and pulled her tight against his side. "Don't let him bother you, Steph. He's just jealous...I told you, he's overcompensating." He winked at her.

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Actually, I don't..."

Dean shoved between them with a growl and a stern look at Stephanie. "Actually, that's not the problem, Sammy. I think the problem is PMS." He pulled Stephanie away from his brother and then moved toward the bathroom.

Stephanie shook Dean's hand off her arm. She hissed at him. "Get the hell off me." She took the two steps back to Sam, reached up and pulled his startled head down to hers. She glanced to Dean and then kissed him, making sure Dean saw that she slid her tongue into his mouth.

Sam stood shocked, mouth gaping, eyes open and begging his brother to understand he wasn't kissing back. He pulled back with a groan and gently put space between himself and the girl against him.

Dean growled, grabbed her arm and hauled her behind him as he moved to the bathroom. He glared over her head at his brother when Sam dared open his mouth in protest. "Not a word...not a fuckin' word."

Dean dragged her into the bathroom and kicked the door shut. He spun them both and pinned her against the door with his body. His breath was heavy in her ear as he bent over her. "What the fuck was that?"

Stephanie shivered at the sound of the barely controlled anger in his voice. She lifted her chin and looked up at his face. "Showing you the difference between a kiss and a fucking kiss."

Dean's hand fell from her arm as he stepped back. He crossed his arms and leaned his hip against the sink. "If you ever want me to kiss you again, you can stop playing Sam against me." He leaned closer and growled. "That shit doesn't work with me, Stephanie."

Stephanie sighed and looked to the ground before meeting his eyes again. "Dean, I tried to kiss you ten minutes ago in the car and you turned me down."

Dean dropped his arms, he was incredulous. "So you kiss my brother? Stephanie, what the hell are..."

She looked up at his face, he needed to see the honesty there. "Dean, Sam and I are friends; you have to understand that. That kiss in the car was just a thank you between friends. That's all. I just-" She closed her eyes and took a breath before opening them gazing into his again. "That one out there was me being stupid and immature...I was pissed." She dropped her eyes. "Dean, you know what I want....and it's not Sam."

A/N: Once again sorry for the length, I really thought it was longer. Let me know what you think regardless.