The car ride back to the motel was practically silent. The only light from outside was the moon shinning down on them. The day's investigating had turned up pointless. Emma was at the point now that she just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. As if it wasn't hard enough to stop Dean from touching her – but every time he did she felt like she had acquired a million extra nerve endings. Every touch of his thrilled her. Opening up the motel she grabbed her PJ's and headed for the bathroom. Pulling her nightgown over her a thought suddenly occurred to her – she shared the bed with Dean. It wasn't a big deal until now – Emma just refused to sleep on the couch and Dean didn't want to either. Sam just flat out refused, muttering something about a girl named Jessica. Dean said she should just sleep in next to him. So she did. Now it wasn't so good. She was afraid she would turn over in the middle of the night, and see him lying there and…
Emma rushed over to the sink and sprayed cold water over her face. 'You really gotta take these thoughts down to a PG – 13' She said to herself. Opening up the door she walked out to find Sam gone and Dean pulling up his T shirt. It was like a really bad scene in a movie, as Emma's jaw dropped open as she stared at his perfectly chiselled torso. Fighting demons has really done something for him. The dim light illuminated the curves of his stomach and the out line of his chest. Emma's breath caught in her throat as Dean tossed the shirt onto the bed. "God, it's about time. How long - ", Dean stopped mid-sentence as he took in Emma. Her hair lay gently about her shoulders. The white gown she was wearing pulled tight against her figure, outlining every curve. It barley came past her waist, as Dean looked down, he saw her perfect soft legs. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time. Dean looked up into her bright green eyes and felt a stirring down below. ' Oh god. Please don't', He muttered. Dean turned away from her and tried to relax the painful throbbing that was in between his legs. He tried to think of anything – earthquakes, famine, but nothing worked. Dean knew he couldn't lie down in a bed next to her – heck right now he was having a hard enough time just looking at her. Picking up his shirt form the bed, Dean headed towards the door. "Um, I need some air", he said, and rushed out into the cold night air.
"Um, ok sure", Emma said. Truthfully she was glad he was going. Now she could try to get to sleep before he came back in. Sitting down on the bed in the blissfully empty motel, Emma lay back and closed her eyes. Before she knew it she had drifted off into a light and peaceful sleep.
Jumping at the sound of a car pulling up into the parking lot, Emma knew Dean was home. She looked over and seen Sam sleeping on his own bed. Funny she hadn't heard him come in. Emma quickly slipped under the covers and lay on her side, praying that Dean didn't notice she was still awake. She hears the door open and had to control her breathing that was rapidly increasing in pace. She felt the covers being pulled back and Dean slip into the bed. He turned over and curled up beside her, testily placing his hand on her waist. Emma was scarcely breathing. A part of her wanted to turn over but the other half was telling her not to move. He was more likely to leave it there if she did. Dean shuffled in closer to her when he didn't get a reaction. Emma felt his warm body cuddle in next to her and knew she felt safe. Before realising what she was doing, she place a hand on top of Deans and leaned back into him. She felt Dean's cock pressing hard against her back. He shifted slightly to get more comfortable but she could still feel it. The heat of it was pressing through her night gown. It was one of the last things she felt before she drifted of into a deep sleep.