Disclaimer: Didn't own before, still don't. Just Stephanie.
A/N: I'm actually posting a Thursday chapter on Thursday. Everybody cheer! lol
SciFiRN; Sorry I haven't been working lately. Today we were supposed to work all day, but as you know I was awoken at the godforsaken hour of 7:30 in the morning (why anyone gets up at that time is beyond me) So we'll see how much you can get out of me tonite before I pass out.
Sam unzipped the bag while Stephanie glared out the window and tapped her foot in agitation. He pulled out the hoodie that was stuffed on top and shoved it between his legs. Then he reached into the overfilled bag. "What do you want out of here?"
She sighed and glanced over at him with a shrug. "A white cami like this one, but you know, without the blood." She snickered. "I don't know maybe a clean pair of panties and my black boxers." She rubbed her hands up her arms and shivered. "And it's getting cool, so....hmm, there's a button down, black and blue plaid. Pull that out too."
Sam rooted through the bag, pulling things out as he went so he could see what he was looking for. He pulled out three bras, a couple of t-shirts and a few books. He glanced at the titles of the books, reading them out loud. "Spells and Prayers in Latin...a good basic starter. This is an old copy." He flipped it open and a picture fell out and fluttered to the floor.
Stephanie moved quickly to recover the photo and she stared at it with a sad smile. "Book belonged to my mom, was a present from Uncle Bobby." She glanced to Sam, her finger tracing over the picture before she handed it back to Sam. "That's all of us the summer before my parents were killed."
Sam nodded and looked at the picture of a happy family. They were all smiling and each face full of hopes and dreams. "I'm sorry, Steph." He gripped her hand and wondered if those hopes and dreams were still hiding somewhere.
"It's okay Sam, not your fault." She sighed and pulled her hand from his before she smiled. "Come on find my shit for me will you?"
Sam rolled his eyes, replaced the picture and read the other titles. His eyes bugged out of his head. He spoke up, loud enough so his brother could hear. "Steph are these a joke?" He held the books up so she could see.
She laughed, a deep genuine laugh. "No, they aren't a joke." She pulled the books from his hands. "I believe in always being prepared. Seriously, you know how much I've learned from these two little books?"
Dean snorted. "What book, Men are From Mars?" He glanced over his shoulder. "I mean did any woman really need a book to tell her that?"
Sam laughed and shook his head. "Um, no man. She's got A Modern Girls Guide to the Kama Sutra and Bondage for Beginners."
Dean's head jerked over his shoulder and the car swerved onto the shoulder, activating the rumble strips. He pulled the car carefully back onto the highway. "Holy fuck."
Sam gloated and slapped Dean's shoulder. "Wha'd I tell you?"
Stephanie stared at him quizzically. "I must be missing something, but whatever. Clothes, Sam...I need some damn clothes."
Sam nodded, chuckling as he dug through the bag. He pulled out a pair of hot pink cotton bikini briefs. Small black skulls that looked almost like polka dots decorated the seat and one large black, skull winked at him from the front.
Stephanie pulled them from his hand. "Perfect, now I just need the cami, boxers and button down. Keep digging Sam."
Sam's eyebrow quirked. "Underwear with skulls?"
She nodded. "They're cute." She felt herself blush as she turned to look out the window.
Sam came up with the black boxers about thirty seconds later. He handed them to her while he smiled triumphantly. Something in the bag caught his eye just as she pulled the boxers from his hand.
Stephanie saw the look on his face and shook her head. "Damn it, Sam, what the hell else is left for you to embarrass me with?" She reached for the duffle. "Just let me get my own stuff then. You're having way too much fun."
He tugged the bag from her and moved it to his other side. "Hell no. You're right, this is too much fun and I plan on enjoying it as long as I can." Sam felt something heavy in the bottom left of the bag. His hand curled around the object and then he pulled it from the bag. Purple, fuzzy handcuffs dangled from his hand. He held them up with a laugh. "Okay, I get cuffs, but purple and fuzzy?"
Stephanie groaned and turned her head to hide the blush she knew was there. "Put them back, Sam."
"Ha!" Dean's laugh was sharp. "Oh my god, that's priceless." He giggled and held a hand over the seat. "Hand 'em up here, Sammy. They are so hanging from my mirror."
Sam leaned forward with a mischievous smile. He held the cuffs toward his brother's hand.
Stephanie's hand swiped them from Dean before he could get a good hold of them. "No fucking way." She sank back into her seat. "Absolutely not...they're going right back where you found them Sam." She glared at him until he sighed, then she handed them to him and watched as he slid them back into the bag. She pouted and slouched into the seat. They really were having way too much fun.
Sam pulled a small box from the pack. He shook it and then cautiously opened it. Two barbells rolled along the bottom of the box. One was curved; the larger bottom bead had a flattened surface with a silver pentacle pressed into it. The other was a simple silver barbell. His eyebrow shot up. "You're pierced?"
Stephanie held her hand out and waited for Sam to put the small box in her palm. She nodded. "Yeah, I have a few piercings." She fiddled with the jewelry. "I don't wear 'em much because Uncle Bobby doesn't like them." She chuckled. "I mean he went crazy when I got my tongue done, so I made sure he never knew about the other."
Dean's eyes went wide and he cleared his throat. "You're tongue is pierced?" He watched her nod. Shit, he hadn't noticed that at all. "What else?"
She smiled and shrugged. "Guess."
Sam's mouth was suddenly dry and he swallowed as possible locations poured into his head.
Dean watched her in the mirror and shook his head slowly. His voice was low and husky making his simple words sound both needy and commanding at the same time. "Show me."
Stephanie felt the heat in her belly, even though she didn't want to admit it was there. She cocked her head. "Fine." She sighed and nodded. "I have to wear 'em a few days a month anyway."
She pulled the plain barbell from the box, twisted off the bead and then with minimal effort slid the ring into place and rethreaded the bead. She smiled, clicked the bead lightly against her teeth and then stuck out her tongue.
Dean watched, eyes on the slick length of pink punctuated with a splash of silver. His thoughts went to seeing her kneeling over him, that tongue, and cool bit of silver sliding over his aching cock.
"Dean!" Sam shouted from the backseat. "Damn it, you're trying to kill us. Keep the car on the road. Fucking hell."
Dean jerked the car back onto the road, even taking the time to flip off the car beside him that was laying on the horn. He wiped a hand over his face and readjusted himself against his fly.
Sam glanced to Stephanie. "Hey, that's one." He pulled the curved barbell from the box. "Where's this one go?"
Stephanie smiled and rolled her eyes. She sat up on her knees and pulled her shirt up to just below her breasts.
Sam handed her the barbell, minus the small bead and watched as she slid the silver shaft home.
She held her hand out and when Sam put the pentacle into her palm she smiled and then threaded it into place. "There you go. Nothing kinky."
Sam shook his head and swallowed. "Well hell, that's a first then isn't it?"
Dean readjusted his mirror, yet again so he could see. The small black and silver barbell sat in the tiny well of her belly button. His eyes slid shut briefly at the image of his own tongue sliding over her belly, nipping at the jewelry and then lower yet. His eyes flew open when he realized he was drifting. He didn't need to give Sam another reason to yell at him.
Stephanie saw Dean's reaction. She smiled and fingered the jewelry on her belly. She always did feel sexier when she wore it. She sighed, settled back against the seat and pulled the shirt back down. "Shows over, now how about finding me some clothes Sam."
Sam tossed a white cami at her chest. "There. That should be it, right?"
She picked up the cami and shook her head. "Come on Sam, I want the button down too."
Sam's shoulders slumped and he dug through the duffle once more. "Yeah, yeah, fine. One button down coming up."
Stephanie's head rested against the seat as she watched. Idly she played the ring against the roof of her mouth and hummed.
Sam pulled out a couple more shirts, a bottle of shampoo and a pair of jeans. "Damn girl, how much shit do you have in here."
She giggled. "Probably as much as you have in yours. Hard to pack everything you might need into one small bag you know."
Sam shook his head and pulled out a handful of clothing. He lifted the articles one by one, bras, panties and t-shirts fell to his lap. Something thumped on his thigh and he picked it up.
He read the label out loud. "Apple Pie Lotion?" He continued to read to himself then he laughed. "Seriously?" He looked to Stephanie and read more. "The lotion that tastes as good as it smells?"
Stephanie blushed, her eyes moving to the front seat, where she caught Dean's eyes in the mirror. "Sam, just find my shirt or give me my bag so I can."
Sam saw the look that passed between them and he shook his head as he popped the top open and inhaled. "Well it does smell good...hey, the car smelled like this after Dean's massage." He winked at her. "Oh...ha, you two were alone. How do I know...Hey!"
Stephanie pulled the lotion from his hand and when she did a thick dollop splashed onto her neck. She frowned and reached to rub the lotion in.
Sam caught her hand. "Oh no you don't." He leaned close to her neck and took a deep breath. "It really does smell like apple pie."
Stephanie shivered when he breathed across her neck. "Yes, it does."
He titled her head to the side, better exposing her neck. He smiled and let a husky tone creep into his voice. "The question is," His finger traced over her neck, raising goose bumps. "Does it taste like it?"
Dean cleared his throat.
Sam ignored him and bent closer. He let his nose trace over the exposed skin of her neck and then he paused. His mouth hovered over the line of lotion on her neck. "It's edible isn't it?" He teased his fingers up her arm. "It is, right Steph?"
Her breath paused and she nodded slowly as her hand moved to his shoulder. "Yeah, but Sam I don't think you should..."
His tongue moved over her neck once and then again. When she shivered he let his teeth trace over her neck.
Stephanie's hand curled into his shoulder. His name was a breathless sound, "Sam..." and then she shook her head. "Need to stop."
Sam pulled back and licked his lips. "Mmm, tastes pretty good." He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. "Not sure I'd say it tastes like pie, but then..." He sat back and nodded toward the front seat. "Dean's the expert on pie."
Dean made an angry sound in the back of his throat. "Then leave it the fuck to the expert, Sam."
Stephanie startled and moved to lean over the seat. Her mouth by Dean's ear. She smiled and let her hand drift over his shoulder and onto his chest. "You're the expert Dean? You wanna taste too? Tell me if it really does...taste like...pie?"
Dean swallowed. He was pissed at them both. He picked her hand up from his chest. "You know baby, you seem to be doing quite well without me." He dropped her hand by his side and turned to the road, effectively dismissing her. "So, why don't you be a good girl and go back to playing hide and seek with my brother?"
Her smile fell almost at once. "Bastard." She moved into the backseat and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. She frowned and looked out the window.
Sam glared at his brother and nudged Stephanie's arm. "Hey, don't let him get to you." He winked when she looked at him. "He's just jealous he didn't get dessert."
Dean snorted and glared. "Watch it, Sam."
Sam flipped his brother off and laughed when Stephanie smiled at him. "Okay, so now I just need to locate the elusive button down."
Stephanie smiled and nodded. "Yeah, the blue and black one."
Sam reached into the bag and pulled out a small box. "Ha, well I was about to say you shouldn't be embarrassed by these, but never mind. Glow in the dark, flavored condoms?" He smirked at her. "Isn't one of them enough? Do we really have to lower the simple condom to a novelty by two accounts?"
Dean snorted and smirked. "Only one reason you need glow in the dark condoms. I mean if it's hard to find in the dark ..." He paused and then adjusted the mirror to find Stephanie's face. He gave her a serious look. "That just can't be good. Maybe your other boyfriends were all like Sam? Hmm, maybe they needed a little help in that department." He smiled acidly. "I can guarantee you one thing though, Steph. Real men don't have to worry about it getting lost in the dark."
Stephanie snorted and gave him a saccharine smile. "Well, when you find your real manhood Dean, you do me a favor. Fuck yourself with it and let me know."
Dean caught her eyes, a smug smile on his face. "Funny. Wanna tell me something Sweetheart? If it's not real, why do you keep following after it like a bitch in heat?
She frowned when tears prickled her eyes. She knew he was just pushing her buttons, but it still hurt. She swallowed and stared out the window.
Sam leaned forward and slapped the side of Dean's head. "Prick."
The car jerked to the side. "Ow!" Dean rubbed his head. "Son of a bitch Sam, I'm trying to drive here."
Sam leaned over the seat and adjusted the mirror so that it viewed the outside. "Then fucking drive the car and leave her alone before I hurt you."
Sam sat back and rubbed at his forehead. He glanced at Stephanie with his eyebrow arched. "You okay?"
Before she could answer Dean growled over his shoulder. "You leave her the hell alone too, Sam."
Sam leaned forward, but Stephanie grabbed his shoulder and shook her head. "It's okay, Sam...just let it go." She dropped her hand to his and gripped it. Her eyes found his, "Just find me my shirt. I really wanna change." She sighed and gathered up the stuff he'd already found.
Sam nodded and settled back against the seat. He dug through the bag.
Stephanie pulled her socks off and wiggled her toes against the floor. She planted her heels on the floor and arched against the seat to unbutton and unzip the skirt. Then she wiggled it down over her hips before settling back against the seat to pull the skirt the rest of the way off. She hissed when the stitches pulled, then turned to the pile of clothes beside her and caught Sam watching her, the button up dangling from his hand. "What?"
Sam shook his head. "Nothing. I just wasn't expecting...um, you to be..." He waved his hand in her direction. "You know?
She smiled. "Yeah, well I need help getting even more, 'you know', so how about doing me a favor and helping with the shirt."
Sam felt heat rush to his face and his cock as well. He knew he shouldn't want her, mainly because she wanted Dean, but he was only human and she was almost naked; again. He chuckled sexily as he scooted closer and reached for her top. "I get to see you topless twice in one day." His eyebrow arched as he pulled the shirt carefully up over her injuries and then over her breasts. He tossed it to the floor with her skirt and watched as she sat up. He swallowed as he took in her creamy skin and rosy tipped breasts. His voice was thick. "I'm honored."
Stephanie ducked her head with a small blush. "Thanks." She shifted on the seat, slightly uncomfortable, but too angry at Dean to even pretend to be modest. She glanced at her chest and frowned at the dried blood on her breasts. She rubbed and frowned when she saw dried blood on her thighs. "Damn, I need a shower."
Sam chuckled and picked up the panties, letting them hang from two fingers. "You ah, planning on changing into these too?"
Stephanie could feel his eyes move over her skin and she couldn't help the flutter of heat that settled between her legs when she saw the lust on Sam's face. It made her feel sexy and wanted. She smiled and gave a short nod. "Yeah." She fingered the waistband of the panties. "If that skirt hadn't been so short, I would've gone commando." She gave him a wink and teased the waist of the black mesh lower on her hips. "Hell, these things cover all of nothing and they're damn uncomfortable."
Sam arched a brow and slid closer. "Then why are you still wearing them?"
She could feel the heat of his body, then his hands fell to hers and she let him slide her own hands lower, taking the strip of black mesh with them. She lifted her hips and then let Sam slide them free of her ass and then on down her legs. They joined the rest of the dirty clothes on the floor. When Sam's fingers drifted back up her legs she shivered and fisted her hands at her sides. "Sam..." She whispered when his hands fell free of her body.
Sam nodded and picked up her clean cami. His eyes swept over her and he shifted closer, trying not to groan at the sight in front of him. He held the shirt up. "God Steph...you're body is amazing." He waited for her hands to slide through the straps and then slid it over her head. "It's almost a sin to cover you up." He whispered against her hair as he pulled the shirt over her body. He watched her nipples harden beneath the shirt and then settled his hands at her hips.
She shivered, her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes were wide and she couldn't help glancing to the front. Dean wasn't watching, his eyes were glued to the windshield, but she could see the tension in his neck and shoulders. She inhaled sharply and her eyes moved back to Sam when his hands settled at her hips. She lightly gripped his forearms. "Shit..."
Sam's eyes drifted shut for a second and he let his finger brush over the belly ring. His eyes moved lower and he couldn't help but dip his head. He breathed over her lips and when she gasped he slid his tongue against her mouth. Only when she leaned into him, did he press his tongue inside with a long lazy movement.
Stephanie opened to Sam's kiss, sliding her tongue against his. Her breath caught when the slide of Sam's tongue against hers sent a shock of pleasure through her. She didn't wear the tongue ring much, and she kissed even less with it. The sensation was something new. She pulled back when Sam's thumbs brushed down over her belly and then lower over the top of her pubic bone. Her hands tightened on his arms. She shook her head. "Can't Sam..."
Sam nodded, his thumbs moving once more before he dropped his hands from her hips. He cleared his throat and moved back across the seat reluctantly. "Yeah, I'll um...put all this shit back."
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