WARNING: If you don't like dirty talk, you might want to skip this chapter. It's a little kinkier.

"So we're agreed?"

Dean nodded. "Enjoy ourselves while we're together; one step at a time; talk our way through it."

"Right." Reagan smiled up at him.

Dean held the door open for her as they stepped out of the motel room. As soon as they did, Dean remembered Sam had his car.

"Damn. We'll have to wait on Sammy I guess." Dean gnawed the inside of his cheek and glanced around with his hands propped on his hips.

"Why? I've got my car." Reagan said in total lack of understanding.

Dean's eyebrows drew together and he gave a nervous cough behind his hand. "Well, huh…no offense but I don't think so."

"What?"

"Women don't drive men around." Dean stated it as a fact.

"Excuse me?"

Dean immediately regretted his words. Reagan was scowling at him. Her small hands flew to her hips, squaring off against him.

"What kind of chauvinistic crap is THAT?" her voice lifted on the last word.

"It's not chauvinistic. It's just the way it is." Oops. That wasn't the way to recover, Dean thought.

Her mouth opened in shocked outrage then snapped closed. She glared at him. Tilting her chin up she spun on her heel and walked to the car.

He didn't dare say anything else for fear that he'd just make it worse. They got into the car in stony silence. Dean immediately felt awkward. He had never been driven anywhere by a woman before and it just felt like an odd role reversal.

He glanced over at Reagan. The dashboard lights projected a pale blue glow onto her skin but he could still see her eyes were bright with annoyance. Tension made the air inside the car thick as they drove to her house. Dean couldn't stand it anymore.

"Reagan, I tell you I kill things for a living and you take it better than a silly comment about driving?"

Reagan remained silent but eyebrows were pulled together frustration.

"C'mon baby." Dean reached over and ran his hand up her thigh. "I didn't mean anything by it. Honest." He was pleading softly. "Enjoy ourselves while we're together, remember?"

Instantly her body relaxed. "You're right." She sighed. "I am being overly sensitive. I'm sorry." She gave him a small smile and he lightly brushed her cheek.

"How much longer do we have anyway?" Reagan asked.

Dean's voice was tinged with sadness as he answered. "Sam talked to our friend Bobby today and there's a case he's going to need our help on by the end of the week."

"So just a couple more days?"

Dean nodded.

Reagan sighed and mumbled "Okay."

They talked the whole evening. Dean sat in a dining chair and watched her cook while she told him more about her childhood. He leafed through her photo albums and laughed at all her Halloween costumes from previous years.

"Sam would freak if he saw this picture of you dressed as a clown." He chortled.

Her voice softened and became dreamy when she looked at the photographs of the dogs she'd had. Dean watched her face as she ran her fingertips over the grainy Polaroids. It was sweet to see how much she missed and loved them.

After dinner they cuddled up on the couch together and watched an old movie. Dean couldn't believe how at-home he felt there with Reagan. It had only been a few short days and yet he knew without a doubt that he'd fallen in love, something he never thought would happen, much less, so quickly. But it all felt right.

He drank a beer and watched a football game while Reagan took a shower. When she joined him again, her hair was still slightly damp and she was wearing cute pajamas decorated with ice cream cones.

"Well don't you look delicious?" Dean commented as she plopped down beside him, making the couch shake.

She threw her head back and laughed at his lame joke. He beamed.

Reagan tried to watch the game with him but her eyes were beginning to droop and every couple of minutes a big yawn would slip past her lips.

Dean turned the tv off and rubbed her shoulder. "Why don't we go to bed?"

"I think that's a good idea." She mumbled.

After they were in, Dean scooted up behind her. Her bottom was pressed against him and he stretched an arm over her waist to hold her.

"Dean, I'm really sorry I was such a bitch to you earlier tonight. I don't know why I acted that way." Reagan's words were slightly slurred from drowsiness.

Dean chuckled under his breath. "It's fine." He squeezed her waist. "You know, you're pretty hot when you're all feisty."

She giggled before drifting off to sleep in his arms.

The next morning Reagan called in sick again while Dean, once again, tried to hold in his laughter. They spent most of the morning in bed together cuddling and fondling until hunger drove them out.

Dean took a shower and when he stepped out he nearly moaned from the smell. The house was flooded with the scent of coffee and bacon. He walked into the kitchen wearing only a pair of jeans and running a towel roughly through his wet hair.

"Damn woman. Something smells good."

Reagan looked over her shoulder at him, smiled and wiggled her eyebrows up and down. "My specialty."

Dean leaned over her and stole a piece of bacon off of a plate beside the stove. "I forgot to bring a change of clothes so I had to put back on my dirty ones from yesterday. Do you think you could take me to the motel after we eat so I can change?"

"Of course." Reagan flipped an omelet in a fry pan.

They ate on the porch again. Throughout the meal they grilled each other for information from birthdays to middle names to favorite colors. Dean complimented her on a tasty meal and Reagan smiled with pride.

Thirty minutes later, she walked out of the bedroom wearing a pale blue sundress that fell to just above her knees. Her smooth shoulders were exposed from the halter-top design. Dean admired her shapely legs as she walked forward.

"Wow."

"You like?" She spun around allowing him to view her completely.

Dean simply growled in response, pulling her forward and kissing her deeply. When she pulled back to catch her breath, her cheeks were beginning to flush.

"Let's go get you some clean clothes."

He made a disappointed sound and said, "Fine."

When they reached the front of her car, she held her keys out to him. "Why don't you drive?"

He looked at her a moment and tilted his head to the side. "That's sweet of you but its okay. I don't want to make my baby jealous by driving another car."

Reagan laughed as they got in and drove away.

Reagan and Dean ended up hanging out with Sammy for a while in the motel room. She had spied a collection of old books and asked Sam if she could browse through them. He sat with her at the table and explained the legends to her when she couldn't understand. When he mentioned that most of their cases required them to call out Latin incantations her head whipped around to Dean like lightening.

"You can speak Latin?"

"Not if I can avoid it. I let Mr. Smarty-pants there do most of it."

"Hmmm..." Reagan gave him a mischievous grin. "I think I'd like to hear that."

Dean gave her a seductive look back.

Sam snorted. "He'd have to find a new book because you wouldn't want him reading any of this in your living room."

Dean watched as Reagan talked with Sam. After they had browsed through the books, he began showing her some websites he often visited in his research. She listened to his every word with fascination. They got along well and appeared to be developing a mutual respect.

Once they had exhausted all of the material in the room, Reagan propped herself on the bed beside Dean and stuck her hand into the bag of chips he was eating. She looked far too nice for the cheap motel room but apparently she didn't know it. She watched tv with the brothers and laughed at all the same stupid things they did.

"Dean?" she said after some time. "You don't scare easily, right?"

He just arched his eyebrow at her in a "What do you think?" expression.

"Good. I was wondering if you'd come with me to meet my parents."

At that moment a chip lodged in his throat and he gagged. After his coughing fit was over and Sam had pounded on his back, nearly breaking his spine, he blinked at Reagan with wide eyes.

"Your parents?"

"Yes."

He didn't respond and Sam's lips were in a thin, tight line trying to keep himself from laughing.

"Uh, I'm not exactly take-home material." Dean answered slowly, not wanting to offend her.

Sam no longer tried to hide his laughter and Dean threw him a nasty glare.

Reagan answered calmly. "If I'm willing to take you, obviously I think you are."

Dean grimaced. "Would I have to play bridge or anything like that?"

Reagan joined Sam's laughter.

"Dean, I didn't grow up in a country club. We wouldn't stay long. Ten minutes maybe. In and Out; very painless. But if you're uncomfortable, it's okay, we won't go."

He took a deep breath and blew it out loudly. "Nah. I think I can handle it. Ten minutes, right?"

She smiled. "Yes. But I think you'll be okay. They're not ogres."

Dean had to smile back at her. "Can we take my car though?"

Reagan shrugged. "Sure. Save my gas." Damn she's cute, Dean thought.

As they stood to leave, Reagan dropped her keys on the table. "There are my keys Sam. Feel free to use my car if you need to go anywhere."

Sam showed his beautiful teeth in a big smile. "Thank you. It's kind of you but I should be alright."

He turned to Dean. Placing his hand right alongside his face he wriggled his fingers while holding his palm still and gave a huge, childish grin. "Bye Dean. Have fun. Be good."

"Dude, shut up." Dean shot him a dirty look on his way out of the door.

Dean's stomach was in a nervous, twisted knot. He felt like his palms were starting to sweat. If someone had told him he'd be this scared to meet a girl's parents, he never would have believed them. But he couldn't help but wonder now, 'would they like him?' and if they didn't would that change how Reagan saw him? He'd never cared about making a good first impression on anyone before. Dean was nothing, if not self-confident, but he did want to make a good impression on her parents.

"What do your parent's do for a living?" he asked as they drove over.

"My Dad is an instructor at a local computer training center and my Mom was a teacher but she stays at home now."

Great, Dean thought bitterly. He'd have absolutely nothing to talk to them about.

"Dean, relax. They're gonna love you. I promise." She placed a hand on his forearm and gave a soft squeeze.

When they were pulling up to the house, Dean breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't the massive estate he'd been envisioning but a small, white ranch home. The yard was clean but sparsely landscape. It was very unthreatening.

Turning into the driveway, Dean heard Reagan ask, "Dean, did you really like those panties I wore the other night? The black lacy ones?"

His head snapped towards hers with a lecherous grin. "Hell yeah! Why? Are you wearing them now?"

Reagan shook her head at him innocently and raised her skirt. "No, I'm not wearing any."

Dean's eyes almost bulged out of his head as he looked into Reagan's lap. He saw her beautiful small nest of golden curls nestled in between her creamy thighs.

"Well, let's go in!" Reagan pulled her skirt down and hopped out of the car before he could think.

Swallowing hard, Dean pushed his hand against the front of his jeans to shift his sudden erection. "Perfect." He grumbled.

When he caught up to her on the walkway, he bent to whisper in her ear. "I'm gonna get you for that."

Reagan winked at him, "I'm counting on it." Then she pushed the door open and yelled "MOM!"

Dean stood in the foyer with his heart racing and his hands clasped in front of him to hide the bulge in his pants. He didn't think he'd ever been this uncomfortable in his life. And that was saying something.

It was no surprise that Reagan's mother was incredibly lovely. Her hair was the same shade as Reagan's and she too, had freckles sprinkled across her nose. Reagan's father, was taller than Dean by about two inches and had dark hair doused with gray.

They greeted him warmly as Reagan made the introductions. Dean followed their lead into the living room where Reagan propped herself on the arm of the sofa, letting her feet dangle down while leaning back onto her palms. He could see the outline of her nipples as her breasts were pushed up and out in the position. He felt a rush of shame. Reagan's father was speaking to him and all he could think of was bending his daughter over the back of the couch and claiming her right there.

"So, Dean. Reagan tells us she met you while you were working at a restaurant near Grant University. Is that right?" Mrs. Bailey asked.

Dean glanced at Reagan with surprise. He'd had no idea she'd fabricated a story about him. "Yes m'am."

"What brings you to North Carolina?"

"I'm on a cross-country road trip with my brother." Reagan's Mom seemed intrigued by the idea.

"You must see some wonderful things."

"It's interesting." He said evasively.

Reagan's father wasn't listening but staring out the front windows at the driveway. "Dean, is that a 60's Impala?"

"Yes sir."

"I'll be damned. I used to have one of those." He sounded wistful.

"Really?" Dean was surprised.

"Oh yeah. She was the love of my life." There was a glazed look to his eyes.

"Ahem!" Mrs. Bailey who looked offended.

"Well, after you of course darling."

Reagan and Dean both chuckled.

True to Reagan's word, she made their excuses to leave after ten short minutes. Dean gave them a polite goodbye and followed Reagan back to the car.

"See? That wasn't so painful."

Dean glanced down at the front of his jeans and then raised his eyes to Reagan. "Maybe not for you."

Reagan pretended to be shocked. "Is that because of me?"

Dean gave her a reproving look.

Night had fallen and the car was cast in moonlight as they began the drive back to Reagan's house.

"I told you that I'm gonna get you for that." Dean threatened.

"How?" Reagan lifted her skirt to bare herself. "Are you going to do something to me?"

Dean hissed through his teeth as he watched her trail her fingers slowly up and down her thigh.

Watching him, she spread her legs and dipped her finger down the front of herself. "Are you going to touch me like this?"

"Reagan…" Dean swallowed and his jaw flexed.

She began to rub herself and make small noises in the back of her throat. Dean could hardly keep his eyes on the road. Reagan slipped out of her shoes and placed her right foot against the dashboard to open herself up more.

"Are you going to do this?" She sank her fingers into herself and sighed.

Dean wriggled on his seat as his erection became almost painful behind the tightness of his jeans. Unexpectedly, Reagan leaned over and unzipped them. When she pulled his dick out, it sprang up, hard and ready. Her hand felt like velvet around him and he fought to hold his eyes open.

Leaning down, she wrapped her mouth around him. He growled as she bobbed her head up and down on him for several strokes, coating him in slick saliva. She sat back up and wrapped her left hand around him. Sitting beside him, she began to stroke herself as she pumped him. Her hands kept a slow, steady pace on both of their bodies and Dean found himself lifting his hips off of the seat to meet her caresses.

When she began to moan, the car suddenly whipped off the road onto a small gravel path leading into a patch of woods. The car jerked to stop making Reagan fall forward and then back against the seat again. For one second her face was stunned then she smiled in satisfaction.

Dean grabbed her by the shoulders and yanked her towards him. He slammed his mouth down on her and kissed her passionately. Reagan reached behind her neck and loosened a clasp. The halter-top of her dress fell down and her breasts were exposed.

Dean wasted no time taking them into his hands. He pushed them together and pinched them roughly. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucked on it to make Reagan whimper.

Releasing her, he stretched one of his legs out over hers so that he was placed in front of her in the middle of the front seat. He was half-crouched in the floorboard of the car. He gripped Reagan's arms and lifted her from the seat. Pushing her so that she turned around, he made her kneel on the seat and look into the back.

Dean stretched up behind her. His fingers found the edge of her skirt and pulled it up in one harsh move so that her whole dress was gathered around her waist. He pressed against her back. Dean could feel his cock straining against her ass. The sensation made him shiver with expectation.

Grabbing her breasts roughly, he put his lips against her ear and snarled, "Is this what you want?"

Reagan's fingers gripped the black leather seat in front of her chest. Her eyes closed as she moaned a response.

Dean rubbed his right hand down her body. When he reached her ass, he squeezed it forcefully then gave it a smack. Reagan cried out in surprise.

"You didn't answer my question Reagan. Is this what you want?" Dean ground his cock against her.

"Yes!" Reagan panted. She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth as Dean sank two fingers into her.

He probed her as his other hand continued to clutch her breast and his lips nibbled on her ear.

"I want you to tell me what you want Reagan." His voice was thick with hunger.

She could barely speak the words. "You. All of you. Inside me now. Please!"

Dean removed his hand from inside her and wrapped it around her throat. Holding it there with slight pressure, he rammed into her. Reagan cried out and Dean almost roared.

His hips rocked, as he possessed her. Dean's mouth pressed against her ear and he exhaled noisily. He closed his eyes as the vibrations inundated him.

"Does it feel good?" When Reagan could only groan, he commanded again, "Does it feel good Reagan?"

"Yes."

His hand slid up from her throat, over her chin and jaw to wrap over her lips. Reagan took one of his fingers into her mouth. She sucked greedily on him as he slid in and out of her pussy. Her eagerness to have him in every way sent a new wave of desire through him.

Leaning back for better control, he twisted his hand into her hair. Automatically she spread her arms out along the back of the seat so her chest would be lower and her ass would be raised higher.

Dean pressed his fingers into her left hip and began to fuck her furiously. He pumped her hard, watching his cock disappear and then reappear. Reagan whined whenever his hand would squeeze her ass cheek.

"Do you like my dick inside you baby?"

His blood was rushing through his veins. His skin felt thin as every muscle in his body strained against it. A thin sheen of sweat was coating their skins. The windows of the car were completely fogged up.

"You feel so good. Go deeper." Reagan begged him. Her hand slipped underneath them so she could rub her clit. Dean released her hair as she leaned her head forward and she laid her cheek against the top of the seat.

Dean smacked her hard again across the behind and drove deeper inside of her. Her skin turned a luscious pink underneath his hands. They were both breathing hard; the air supply didn't seem sufficient in the car.

Reagan began to make higher-pitched moans. "Oh Dean…Oh…" Dean let out a howl as he pumped into her even harder. Reagan banged into the seat as his skin slapped against hers.

On a broken wail, she came. Her throat arched back as her eyes drifted closed. Her muscles squeezed and released sending jolts of ecstasy into the pit of his stomach.

Dean crashed into her with several more violent thrusts before he came. He strong hands gripped her hips and held her ass tight up against him as he released.

"FUCK!" His torso convulsed as he yelled out.

Falling against her, they leaned into the leather gasping for air.

His lips searched for her neck and found it. She tasted salty under his tongue as he nibbled on her.

"I'm going to tease you more often." Reagan said breathlessly.

"Hell yeah you are." Dean panted.

Author's Note: so this chapter was a little different. I had trouble shifting the tone after the previous chapter which was pretty syrupy. Hope it wasn't too bad. Please review and tell me what you think.