"All yours, Man." Cyn said pointing to the bathroom. "I left you some hot water."

"Yes!" Dean ran into the bathroom. They the water start up. Then Dean splash in.

"Sooo…" She said running her toes on the carpet in circles.

"Uhhh…"

"I'm gonna get dressed." She said pointing with her thumb.

"Great idea." Cyn sat with her back to Sam and put her nightie on. 'God, must she wear things like that?'

"DAMN IT!" They heard come from the bathroom.

"Um, I'm gonna get some air." She put on a hoodie and some bell-bottom sweat pants over her nightie.

"Okay."

Cyn pushed her hair back. "Whew."

"Whew." Sam said pushing his hair back. "Thank god." On his computer he typed in the words: Crimson Fever. It pulled up several articles including:

Mysterious Epidemic Sweeps Through Springfield

The virus, Crimson Fever, seems to be sweeping through the teenagers, especially the ones from Springfield, Oregon. It is said to be passed through kissing and sexual contact. Though it is not said if it is airborne or not. Some teens have lived through this, some have not been so lucky. Five teens have died from it. But doctors are befuddled. "I seriously can't explain it," Dr. Donald Smiths says. "It's like it makes the teens highly aroused and more attracted to their partners. They then kiss, that's how it spreads." Before they find a vaccine for Crimson Fever here's what he says, "Just keep a tight leash on your teens. Keep watch on who you child hangs out with. And watch for these symptoms: drowsiness, trembling, mood swings, nervousness, sensual behavior, wheezing, faintness, fevers above 105, chills, compulsive sweating, flushness-the color of crimson and hallucinations. And if you're teen has these symptoms go straight to the emergency room." And that's just what the doctor ordered.

Sam could hear his pulse in his ears. How did he get it? What's next? Is he going to give it to Cyn? "Wanna take a shower I'd bet you smell awful." Dean said. He had the same jeans on and a towel drying his hair. Sam hit his computer against the night stand next to him.

"Shit Dean! You scared the hell out of me!"

"Wussy." Dean said under his breath. Or at least that's what Sam thought he said. "Take a shower, man." He said crisply.

"Yeah. I'll do that." Sam said distractedly. He closed his laptop which the screen had gone black from the impact. "I'll be in the shower." He said getting up and walking to the bathroom.

"Dean?" Cyn said from behind him.

"Yeah?" He sat on the bed.

"I had a premonition in the shower. Sam wants me and he might be sick."

"What?"

"What can I do to turn Sam off?" She said sitting in front of the bed. "Here," She thru Dean some lotion. "Do my back."

"What?"

"Put lotion on my back. Duh!"

"Oh. Well, don't say things like that. And what happened to your forehead?"

"Fine. I won't. And nothing." Dean started to slather lotion on her back and she started to put some on her legs.

"Also, try not to put lotion on in front of him, especially your legs; he probably has a thing for that."

"Oh-kay. Can you massage a little, I'm really tensed."

"Okay."

"Hmmmm…Dean, you have great hands…Oh, you should make this your job…Oh...Dean-"

"What the hell, is going on here?" Sam said from behind them.

"I'm just doing her back."

Sam cocked his head to the side.

"Lotion." Dean rubbed it between his hands and smelled it. Then he realized how girly it smelled, but kept rubbing. Dean could feel the tension between them. "I need a cigarette."

"What?"

"Since when do you smoke?" Sam asked.

"About five rest stops back while you were sleeping. I almost set the upholstery on fire, by the way, dude, you hit your head pretty hard on the dashboard a couple times." Sam reached up and touched his forehead then he winced at the invisible bruise.

"Thanks for waking me up to make sure me up and making sure I didn't go into a coma!"

"Yeah, you are a great brother, Dean."

"Fantastic!"

"Award winning."

"Okay, I get it! I suck! Now anyone wanna join me in a cigarette?"

"I'll take a cigg." Cyn said standing up to adjust her nightie.

"You smoke?"

"Casually and occasionally." Dean handed her a cigarette after placing his between his lips. She lit it off of Dean's and took a long slow drag. 'She couldn't look any sexier, but what happened to her forehead? Still sexy as hell,' Sam thought. She exhaled a long stream of smoke. 'There she goes, looking sexier.' She shimmied out of her sweats and crawled into bed.

"Where yall sleepin'?" Sam looked at the bed she was on and Dean looked at the other. "Then where am I gonna sleep?" They both looked at a small broke-down day bed. "I have a better idea."

The next morning Sam rolled over and Dean looked at Sam in a tired dazed look and rubbed his hair. "Good morning." He said in a perverted sing song voice.

"Urgh!" Sam yelled jumping out of the bed and shaking disgustedly.

"Shhhh…You wake the beast." Cyn moved in her bed.

"Mornin', boys." She sat up. Sam realized she was wearing a t-shirt that said 'Stanford' across the chest and boxers that looked just like the ones he was currently wearing. "By the way, third drawer on the left, comfy boxers." She puffed out her chest so she can read the shirt. "Stanford. Faintcee learnin's boy. I like it."

Sam looked slightly puzzled. "Okay, thanks?" Dean started laughing.

"Now I have to use the bathroom." As if in response the bathroom door slammed. "Damn that girl is quick!"

"I'll be right out!" They heard her chirp in her accent.

"The girl is driving me crazy. The hot water-gone! Tampons! Making us share a bed!" He said using hand gestures. Then his look darkened. "And it's your fault."

"She's not that bad, is she?" He said with a shrug.

"The only reason you say that is because you have the Hotts for her!" He put his finger to his lips in deep thought. "Oh, maybe I shouldn't have said that."

"I what! The Hotts for her? What makes you think that?" He looked at him. "The premonition. Great. But, I don't actually have The Hotts for her." 'Not that much.' He thought. "I have Crimson Fever in that vision."

"That sounds like a soap opera."

"We have to find out what's going on. I read on the internet that there is a town that all the teens are getting it."

"Okay, we'll get on the road in an hour. By the way, I think your feelings are universal. But you can't carry through with those plans. She too young for you. Maury has shows about this all the time."

"What are you talking about? I'm twenty-two and she's nineteen. You watch Maury?" Dean shrugged.

"Hey, Dean? All done!" Cyn said. Sam brushed by her to the bathroom. "What got his boxers in a knot?" She turned and looked at Dean. "You told didn't you?"

Dean shrugged. "I couldn't hide it! He had it to." He licked his lips. "Listen Cyn, Sam and you can't be, you know that; don't you?"

"What? I-I mean I think he's cute-but I'm not in love with him!"

"So there's some attraction?"

"I think you're cute but I am far from in love with you, I'm closer to hate!"

Dean pursed his lips. "Cyn, I understand that you are a teenage girl, with a lot of sexual feelings, but you can't have sex with Sam. That's just a no-no."

"Dean, if I were to have sex with Sam, I'm not going to have it with him right now. I wouldn't push him down and jump his bones right here and now. I'm having my period and I hardly even get aroused right now."

"Oh-kay, too much information, there!"

"That's what you get for telling me who I can or can't have sex with."