Chapter Twelve

"I can't believe this." Leah muttered as she slouched in the backseat of the Impala. They'd been driving for nearly 4 hours, headed for the University of Oklahoma, and these were the first words she'd spoken since the journey began. She'd been far too upset to even look at Dean, let alone talk to him, her mind sorting through everything that had happened since discovering her vehicle was missing. Sam had backed up Dean's story, no surprise; Blake had taken off and worst of all, she couldn't even report her truck stolen because she knew Dean was behind it.

Sam slid sideways in his seat so he could see her and tried to offer some consolation. "Shame about your truck. Would you rather ride up front now? We can trade when Dean stops to fill up."

"No! I do NOT want to ride up there with your brother." she snapped. Immediately she regretted taking her frustration out on him. "I'm sorry, Sam. This isn't your fault. I just can't believe that, one," She shot a dirty look over at Dean, "my truck is gone. And two, I couldn't get a ride with Blake."

Dean glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "This has been eating at you the whole time, hasn't it? Look, I told you to go to the cops about your truck but you didn't want to. And what happened to Drake, man that was a real shame, huh?" He let out a low whistle through his teeth. "Bad luck, you know? Hell, at least he was able to kick that guy's ass before the bartender called the cops. But you can't get mad at him for taking off, Leah. If he hadn't, he'd be in jail." He laughed softly. "Of course, you could have visited him while you were there filing your report."

Leah caught him staring at her in the mirror and lowered her eyes menacingly. "You find this funny? It's just one big joke to you, right? Damn it, it's bad enough you did something with my truck, but if I ever find out you had anything to do with Blake, I swear I will kick YOUR ass, Dean. He spent two days in that wood devil's lair. The last thing he needed was to be involved in a fight."

"I can't believe you think this is all my fault, Leah. Stealing trucks and arranging bar fights?" He saw her lift her eyebrows and couldn't help but grin. "Okay, it's true, I am good and if anybody could pull it off it'd be me. But honestly, I hadn't thought of it. See, at the time I had both my hands full." The last comment was said with a conspiratorial wink.

The lecher! Leah did not need to be reminded of her moment of weakness. The worst thing she ever could have done was fallen into bed with him. He seemed to think they were going to get back together and her sleeping with him only reinforced it in his warped little mind. She was going to have to be stronger if she was going to convince the man it wasn't happening.

Scooting to the edge of the seat, Leah leaned forward and rested her hands on Dean's shoulders. Her lips close to his ear, she whispered, "Sweetheart, we all make mistakes, but I can promise I won't make that one again."

"Mmmm, I love when you call me sweetheart. Why don't you come up front for awhile? You can keep me company and let Sammy get some rest."

So he was choosing to hear only the words he wanted to hear, brushing off everything else as if it meant nothing. Dean was one of a kind. Thank God, too, because the world wasn't ready for more than one of him!

Leah decided to put the question out there, knowing Sam was just fine where he was. That would shut Dean up. "Let's find out. Are you tired, Sam? Did you want to get back here and rest?"

Sam stifled a perfectly timed yawn and nodded. "Actually, yeah. That'd be great, Leah, thanks. I'm starting to fall asleep. Dean's boring as hell, but you know that."

Brotherly love. She hated it sometimes. The complacent look on Dean's face as he quickly slowed the car and pulled off on the side of the highway was enough to make Leah want to slap him. She and Sam got out and as they passed each other, she decided to slap him instead. Sam just laughed and slipped into the backseat, stretching his long frame out as best he could.

Climbing in front, Leah hugged the door. She tucked her feet up underneath her, laid her head against the cool window and closed her eyes in an attempt to show Dean she wasn't going to engage in any conversation. He'd won the battle, she would win the war.

A few moments of blissfulness passed before she felt Dean's hand on the center of her back. She'd left her jacket in the backseat since he kept the car fairly warm and she could feel the heat of his fingers through her top as he stroked her. Jerking her body to the side, she tried to shake him off, but he simply chuckled and his hand returned. Only lower.

"Dean!" Leah sat upright, placing her back firmly against the seat. "No touching."

"Yeah, Dean." Sam said from the behind them. "Both hands on the wheel. I don't want to be in a body cast when I see Amy."

"Dude, you don't shut up, you'll be in one anyway." He glanced over at Leah. "It's getting kind of cold in here. Why don't you come closer and warm me up?"

"Why don't you turn up the heat?" she asked, reaching for the switch.

He caught her hand and tugged gently. "That's what I'm trying to do if you'd quit acting so damn stubborn and slide closer."

"Oh, I'm not acting. I am stubborn and I'm not going to sit next to you. Now get your mind off sex and back on driving. Unless you want me to drive for awhile?" She gave him a wicked smile, knowing full well he'd never agree to let her behind the wheel of his precious car.

Again, Dean slowed down and eased off onto the shoulder of the road. Sam sat up, and when Dean turned around he had not one set of eyes on him, but two.

"What?" he asked.

Sam and Leah exchanged surprised looks. "You're letting her drive?" Sam asked, clearly shocked by his brother's willingness to hand over control of the car.

"You're letting me drive?" Leah repeated.

"Yeah, so?" Dean got out of the car, mumbling something about them being weird.

Leah stared at Sam, unsure of what to say. Finally, she shrugged and slid into the driver's seat, a huge smile on her face. She gripped the wheel and waited eagerly for Dean. Once he was in, she made sure it was clear to pull out and floored it.

"Sweet!" She glanced at Dean, beaming from ear to ear.

He'd been a little apprehensive about letting her in the driver's seat, but it was 3 am with few cars on the road. Plus, seeing how happy it made her helped to reaffirm his decision. It was pretty much the only choice he had since she wasn't about to get close to him while he was driving. This way, he had the freedom to slide over and there was nothing for her to do but keep her hands on the wheel and enjoy the attention he planned to lavish on her.

Sam tapped Dean on the shoulder. "Dude, what are you up to?"

Dean turned up the radio and tipped his head toward Sam's, answering in a hushed tone. "I know what I'm doing. Trust me."

"Okay Dean, those two words coming out of your mouth scare the hell out of me! Wouldn't be it safer if I drove and you two just got in the backseat?" Sam thought about that and quickly added, "Did I just say that? Never mind. Better idea. Why don't we just pull over and stop at a motel?"

"That's a great idea. Maybe I could convince her if you'd lie down." Taking his mp3 from his coat pocket, Dean handed it to his brother. "Crank that up. You know, just in case." He received a worried look as he shoved Sam back. "Night little brother."

With his brother lying down at last, Dean focused on Leah. She looked incredibly hot behind the wheel of his car. She was wearing a dark blue henley, unbuttoned just enough to allow a hint of cleavage to show, and a pair of faded blue jeans. Her hair, usually in a simple ponytail these days, was in a long braid that hung over her right shoulder.

Dean slid along the seat until he was nestled beside her, then wrapped her braid loosely around his left hand. His right eased beneath the open buttons of her top to cradle one supple breast.

"I knew it, Dean." she bit out.

"What?" His fingertips strummed lightly over her nipple, causing it to harden. Instinctively, Leah's back arched, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand. "What did you know?"

"That you had an ulterior motive. That you weren't just being nice by letting me drive."

"I was being nice. Can you blame me if in the process of making such an unselfish gesture, I get to touch you?" His hand fell away from her breast and dropped onto her upper thigh. He immediately felt the muscle tighten under his palm.

"What about Sam?"

"He's got a girlfriend and I wouldn't share you with him anyway."

"Dean, I'm serious. He's right there."

"Don't worry. He's not gonna look and he definitely can't hear anything." His teeth found the soft rounded tip of her earlobe and nipped at it, sending shivers racing along Leah's spine.

"Okay, stop." she demanded. Her body was like a bomb, ready to go off at any moment and the man's fingers were mere inches from her most sensitive area.

"Why?" His tongue left a damp trail as it moved down her throat.

"Why?" she repeated. Why? That was a good question and one she was having the hardest time answering as his fingers dipped down in between her legs and brushed nimbly over her.

"Oooh!" The word gushed out at the brief touch. She felt a tug and heard her jeans unsnap. Was he trying to get them killed? "I don't know about you but I don't want to die."

"We won't. Just concentrate on the gas pedal, darling." he breathed against her throat. The slow easy clicking of her zipper being dragged down was in complete contrast with the frenetic beat of her heart.

Swallowing hard, Leah tried to think about her right foot and controlling the pedal as Dean suggested. His hand was on her stomach, burning her skin as it crept lower and lower. It dipped beneath her panties, his fingers plying her open.

"Dean! Dean, this is crazy..."

"It's okay. Nice and easy. Watch the road and I'll do the rest." His voice was husky, laden with desire as he held his fingers still against her dampness, giving them both time to relax a little.

Her eyes dropped for just a second, reading the speedometer. Sixty-five. "You have to stop."

He nuzzled her throat. "You really want me to?" He began to pull away.

"No!" The word flew from her mouth before she could catch it. Had she really said that? She wanted him to stop. Not really wanted, more like she thought maybe he should. Then Dean wiggled his fingers against her, triggering off a mountainous eruption of pleasure and she knew she didn't want him to stop at all.

Dean nipped at her neck then sucked lightly, drawing her into his mouth as his fingers plucked and stroked her clit. Leah was panting, her breaths coming out in short, hard bursts. She could feel herself getting closer to climax as Dean's fingers continued their stimulating dance.

The lines on the road were racing toward her and she gripped the wheel tightly as her body vibrated from the rapturous sensations. She began to whimper softly as his fingers entered, filling and stretching her, then withdrew.

"Fast or slow, sweetheart?" he whispered.

Questions? He was asking questions? Oh God! "Fast, Dean!"

His fingers began a frantic rhythm, thrusting in and out.

"Yes! Dean faster!" she cried.

His pace quickened and Leah had to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep from screaming out. The fire he'd started melted away her inhibitions and she surrendered to him completely. Wave upon wave of intense heat cascaded through her body as she contracted over and over around Dean's fingers.

Her body shaking from the final throws of her release, Leah latched onto reality and looked at the speedometer once more. Ninety-five! Her leg shook slightly as she lifted her foot off the pedal, allowing the car to slow along with her own heartbeat.

Dean soft lips touched her cheek and temple. "Enjoy the ride?" he teased, his long fingers still buried deep inside her.

"Hell yes!" Her eyes darted to his briefly. "Guess it's your turn now. After all, fair is fair." Her hand slid onto his lap to stroke the bulge of his hard cock through his jeans.

Dean smiled. "Pull over." He was more than ready to get back behind the wheel.

TBC