Disclaimer: I only own the character Stephanie, not the show or the boys. Damn.

A/N: Okay, this is something I was never gonna share with you guys, mostly because I don't do this sharing thing. I don't let people know me on more than what they see on the surface for a reason. Only 2 other people know this and one of them was involved. But, after being told many times that Stephanie wouldn't wear short skirts or flirt like she does with the boys and all BECAUSE she was raped and that's not how rape victims act, typically anyway. So, she's being called a 'mary sue' for it. I WAS raped. I was 14, just like Steph and I was a virgin before it. I still wear short skirts, I didn't at first. But, I decided that I'm not going to let him ruin my ability to wear the things I want. Not to say I'm fine now. I have 3 knives on me at any given time and a can of pepper spray and am always looking over my shoulder. BUT, I see Steph as me. It's made her stronger, not weaker. Rape affects everyone differently, this is just how I see it to affect her. And I can't really tell why she flirts shamelessy with Dean and all that because that'd be giving away too much of the plot. lol. So sorry.

SciFiRN; love you dearie, you help so much. and for some reason have learned not to question my strangeness, infact you love my strangeness....now I understand why we get along so well. lol


Dean growled, "You two have me more tense than I was before, so we're stopping at the next hotel because my head is killing me again." He adjusted the mirror to see into the backseat. "So you better get your damn clothes on." His eyes moved to his brother. "If you can't control yourself Sam, I'm taking her back to Bobby."

Stephanie paused in the middle of yanking up her panties. "Fuck you. I'm sitting right here." She pulled the underwear up and then thrust her feet into the boxers with a snort. "I'd love to see you try and drag my ass back home though." She handed the button up to Sam and when he held it she slipped her hands through the sleeves. "What are you gonna tell Bobby? Hmm, Dean? You gonna tell him you watched me get off in the tub? You gonna tell him I made out with Sammy in the backseat while you watched?" Once more she leaned into the front seat. She whispered in his ear. "You gonna tell him all the dirty things you did with his underage niece?" Then she settled back on the seat, pulled her knees to her chest and stared out the window. "Don't make threats you can't or won't keep Dean. Just don't even bother."

Sam glanced at his watch. "Dean, it's only 7:30. You sure you wanna stop? I could drive for a while."

Dean met his brother's eyes in the rearview mirror, aggravation obvious in his voice. "No, Sam. I don't need you to drive for a while. What I need is you and the underage piece of ass back there to keep some fuckin' distance."

Sam glared at his brother before glancing to the girl to his right. He sighed when he saw a lone tear streak down her cheek. She was staring at her newly black painted toes like they were the most interesting thing in the world. He nudged her with his arm and smiled when she looked at him. He didn't lower his voice at all, he wanted his brother to hear his words. "Ignore him, he's always an asshole when he's horny."

Stephanie smiled and mouthed the words, 'Thank you' to Sam before resting her chin on her knees.

Dean was really beginning to get pissed he flung his gaze into the backseat. "Well, if that's my only problem Sam, why don't I pull over, jack off and we'll see if my mood improves."

Sam snorted, his voice low. "First of all; no one wants to see that. Second; I already told you what the problem really is, but you're not willing to admit it, so until you are, shut the hell up."

Dean didn't have anything else to say so he just grumbled quietly in the front seat. The only words that made it to the back were a few choice cuss words.

Sam watched her face, saw what Dean's words did to her. He sighed and nudged her shoulder gently with his elbow. When she looked up he opened his arms. He watched her struggle with her fear of looking weak and her stubborn pride. He watched her sniff back the tears she'd never admit she cried.

She reached for his hand and gave it a gentle thank you squeeze before shaking her head. With a quick glance to the front seat to ensure Dean wasn't watching she used her sleeve to dry her cheeks. She didn't want him to know just how much his words really hurt her.

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Dean drove; emotions warring in his head. The combination of anger, pride and the never ending thoughts of one seventeen year old girl tumbled around and around in his mind making his head pound and his muscles tight. A sign caught his eye down the road and he leaned forward. The red arrow and flashing pink 'vacancy' brought him relief. "Finally." He sighed and pulled the car off of the road. He parked near the office and without saying a word to the two in the backseat, he slipped from the car and went in search of a room.

Stephanie watched Dean through the glass of the office. She watched him lean casually against the counter and flash his most charming smile to the girl by the computer. She shook her head when the girl flipped her hair and smiled before licking her lips. Then she frowned when Dean leaned deeper over the counter and laughed at something the girl said.

Sam took it all in and he knew what Dean was up to. He wanted to slap his stupid brother upside the head and then pound him into a pulp, but he knew it would do no good. He glanced to Stephanie and sighed.

Dean smiled and waved to the girl behind the counter then he exited the office. He moved to the trunk, opened it and pulled out his duffle, then leaving the trunk open, he strolled down the walkway to room 118.

Stephanie gathered her dirty clothes from the floor, shoved them into her duffle and opened her door as she gathered the duffle against her chest. "I guess that's the biggest welcome we're gonna get out of him." She glanced to Sam and then exited the car. "Guess we shouldn't expect much else from the royal prick should we?"

Sam snickered and shook his head before following Stephanie out of the car. "He'll cool off soon Steph, just ignore his sorry ass for now."

Stephanie stood by the trunk, staring into the space like she was waiting for a sign. Her arms were wrapped around her duffle and her feet were bare. She rubbed her left foot on the back of her right calf to dislodge a particularly sharp piece of gravel. Her book bag wasn't in plain sight and she really didn't feel like dropping her clothes to dig for it. She glanced to Sam when he came around the car. "You see my bag?"

Sam picked up his pack and shoved a partially unraveled sleeping bag to the side. Then he picked up Stephanie's pack and slung it over his shoulder. "Yeah, I got it."

Stephanie nodded and after Sam slammed the trunk shut she picked her way carefully over the gravel and toward their room. She saw Dean sitting on the edge of the bed and she ignored him, but glanced over her shoulder when she heard Sam shut the door. "You mind if I shower?"

Sam shook his head. "No, but let me..." He pointed to the bathroom as he lowered the bags to the floor.

Stephanie nodded and settled her duffle on the dresser. While Sam used the bathroom she pulled her toiletries from her bag, along with another pair of panties. When Sam came back into the room, drying his hands on a towel she slid past him and shut the door. She ran the water and worked on stripping off her shirt while it heated. A couple of minutes later, she cursed loudly and punched the door.

Sam called from the room. "You alright in there?"

She could hear him moving toward the bathroom and she was slightly shocked when the door pushed open. She wiped at her eyes in a hurry, not sure who would be on the other side of the door. She sighed when Sam's shaggy head ducked around the door. "Sam..." She didn't finish her sentence before he was in the small room and gently pulling her shirt over her head.

"Just ask, Steph. You don't have to be so proud all the time." His hand slid down her back. "It's okay to let other people in."

She wouldn't look at his face and she shook her head. "Thanks Sam." She pushed against his chest, forcing him out of the bathroom. "I'm good now." She shut the door and leaned her forehead against it with a sigh before removing the rest of her clothes and stepping into the tub and under the spray.

Stephanie stood under the hot spray and let the water ease her tight muscles. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the wall of the shower. She let the tears fall and her breath caught in quiet, short sobs.

She wasn't sure how long she stayed that way, crying softly in the shower, but when the door pushed open and Dean strolled in whistling, she stopped crying, immediately.

Dean moved into the bathroom, his shaving kit in hand, and went directly to the sink. He unzipped the small bag and pulled out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He flipped on the cold water, full blast, and began to brush his teeth.

He watched her form through the hazy steam and barely translucent shower curtain. He could easily see her shape, but no details and he watched her jump as the water temperature suddenly increased.

"Motherfuck..." She hissed and moved toward the back of the tub. She pulled back the curtain and glared at the man by the sink. "What the hell are you doing?"

Dean smiled, turned, spit and shut the water off before turning back to look at her. He wiped his mouth casually on a wash cloth and shrugged. "Going out." He saw the tired look on her face and her slightly swollen and red rimmed eyes and for a brief second he felt sorry for her. Then he remembered why he was angry. He pulled his aftershave from the bag and splashed some on.

Stephanie shook her head and frowned. "Where the hell are you going? We don't even know where we are."

Dean gave her a lopsided smirk as he recapped his cologne. "Funny you should ask. Lily recommended the bar a few miles down the road...told her I might meet her there after her shift, which..." He glanced at his watch. "Ended about five minutes ago." He zipped his bag closed and headed back to the door. "Not that it's any of your business."

She stared at him in disbelief from around the shower curtain. She sniffed back her hurt and went for sarcasm. She snorted. "Funny, I guess I figured that by the time a guy got to your age he was well past his peak." She wiped a hand over her face to clear the drops hanging from her lashes. "I mean who would have thought you'd be ready for a second round?"

Dean paused, his hand hovering over on the door knob. He turned to face Stephanie and was struck by how young she looked, wet hair plastered to her head, eyes red-rimmed from her tears. He smirked coldly at her and arched an eyebrow. "Maybe that's because I need a woman, baby." His eyes raked over the outline of her form through the curtain. "You know, someone with more experience...someone like Lily." Then he pulled the door open and glared at her. "You and Sam be sure to have fun." The door slammed shut and he was gone.

Dean's words cut her deep, she shook her head trying to let it go but tears she couldn't hold back anymore were already falling. She took a deep breath and steadied her voice, completely disguising the fact that she was crying.

Dean reached for his jacket and was looking for his keys when he heard her sarcastic laughter echo out of the bathroom followed by her strained voice. "Yeah, go meet the girl of your dreams, Dean! Lily the hotel clerk!" He heard her laugh again coldly. "That's the funniest damn thing I ever heard!" He rolled his eyes and reached for the keys on the dresser. When he turned around Sam was standing in front of him, arms crossed over his chest, obviously pissed.

Sam glared down at his brother. "What the fuck? You made a date?" He moved toward his Dean, pushing into his space and using his height to look down on his older brother. "You better figure out what the hell you want Dean, because this shit isn't fair." He shoved Dean's shoulder. "If you do get lucky don't bother coming back until morning. Got that? Because you aren't sleeping next to Stephanie smelling like some trashy barfly."

Dean pulled open the door and turned to his brother. "You two have been getting along really well, Sam. So, how bout when I do get back she's in your bed? Then you won't have to worry about her catching me smelling like sex." He slipped out the door, slammed it behind him and was gone.

Sam sat down on the bed with his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair he tried to figure out how in the hell this all turned out so bad. He felt all this was his fault. He was the one trying to make his brother jealous so he'd admit he was jealous and that he liked the girl in the next room, but instead all he did was cause her to get hurt. Probably by the one person who had the ability to do it. He stopped his thoughts when the sounds of faint sobbing caught his ears. He grumbled to himself as he made his way to the bathroom. "Dean, you asshole."

He knocked on the door twice. "Steph, you okay in there?" No answer, but he could still hear her crying so he knew she was there. He slowly opened the door and poked his head in. "Steph?" He walked to the closed shower curtain and pulled it back just enough to see Stephanie huddled on the floor of the tub with her knees pulled up against her chest, arms wrapped around them with her forehead resting on her knees as she sobbed.

His heart broke seeing her like this and knowing part of it was his fault. He squatted down by the edge of the tub. "Steph, Jesus are you-"

She lifted her head and faced him with red, puffy cheeks and eyes. "I'm fine, Sam."

He reached a hand out and pushed a few strands of soaked hair from her face. "You're not fine, Steph."

She sighed. "Look, Sam...not that I don't appreciate this, but I wanna be alone right now." She cracked a pitiful smile at him. "But thank you for the thought."

Sam nodded sadly. "Okay, call if you need me." He stood when she nodded and made his way out of the tiny bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Sam stalked straight to the table and snatched up his phone, scrolling down the list of recent calls, he stopped and hit 'send' when Dean's name was highlighted. Three rings before his call went to voicemail, obviously ignored, which made Sam string together curse words more appropriate for a sailor but ending in, "Motherfucking asshole." He waited for the beep and then all but growled into the phone. "Dean, get your ass back here and fix the shitstorm you caused. You left her a crying mess in that shower. What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Sam disconnected and tossed his phone on his bed before sinking back down in the chair at the table with a sigh.


A/N: Well? Like, hate, confused. Be gentle, REASONABLE and LOGICAL if you hate. lol Got some harsh reviews last time, became afraid of my inbox. lol