Waking up the next morning Dean found that he was still curled perfectly round Emma. He shifted slightly and Emma turned round to look at him. "Morning sleepy head. I didn't want to move cause you looked so peaceful", She told him. Dean smiled his perfect smile, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. Dean thought that this was as perfect as any moment could get. Emma reached up and touched Dean lightly on the cheek. He felt the touch the whole way through his body. Leaning forward Dean softly kissed her on the lips. Emma returned it, but something inside her grew hungry. She pressed harder and Dean was not willing to give this up. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her closer. Emma moved to lie on top of Dean. She was wanting him fully, and from the feeling of things so was he. Emma sat up on Dean and lifted her night gown over her head. Dean stared, shocked. He hadn't expected thing to go this far, but he sure as hell wasn't gonna complain. He sat up pressing the two naked torso's together. Dean stared into Emma's eyes for what felt like an eternity, until she caved and pressed her mouth against his. Dean Decided he preferred to be more in control of this situation and flipped her over, so he was now on top. Emma slid her hand down his body slowly, slipping it under his boxers, until she found her prize. Slowly, at first, she started to pump the shaft. Hearing Dean moan was music to her and only made her grow wet. Suddenly she stopped. Dean looked at her, "Hey don't stop yet, it was just getting good". Emma laughed.

"Yes, for you maybe", she whispered into his ear. Leaning back down under him she slowly slipped off his boxers while sucking his ear lobe. Pulling the boxers fully off Emma flicked them off the bed. Dean looked at the vision lying naked beneath his and almost came. He slowly started to work his way down her neck, leaving kisses as he moved further down. Reaching her breasts, he started to fondle the soft buds in between his fingers. Emma moved so Dean was now in between her legs. He was so close now. Slowly he moved back up her body, pushing his cock up further to her. Dean felt a sharp pain and sat up in realisation.

"What. Dean, what is it?", Emma asked concerned. Dean looked down at his body and seen the three marks on his chest oozing blood.

"Ouch", Dean shouted out. Sitting up he wildly looked around to work out where he was. He finally recognised he was on the floor of the motel. Emma was looking down at him from the bed, fully clothed, concern spread across his face. It had just been a dream. Dean felt so cheated and embarrassed at the same time. That had bee the hottest thing he had felt in such a long time.

"Dude, what the hell you doing on the floor?", Sam asked as he walked in with breakfast. Dean moaned as he pulled himself back up onto the bed.

"I didn't intend to end up on the floor, moron", He shot back at Sam, "I fell out while I was sleeping". Sam just gave him a 'whatever' look.

"Anyways. I think I have a lead on something. One problem. The guy I need to talk to hangs out at this really seedy bar. Problem one: he is likely not to talk to us as we are not of the correct gender. Problem two: Emma doesn't look old enough to get into the bar", Sam filled them in. Emma looked appalled by what had just been suggested.

"Excuse me. So I guess the fact that I don't – NO, I wouldn't have done this if I was old enough, never crossed your mind", Sam just shrugged his shoulders. He had just presumed she would do it. But Dean had a brain wave, with everything of last nights dream coming back to him.

"You know, it would all depend on what she wore to how old people thought she was", He said suggestively.

"No, no, no, no. Ok I am NOT dressing up as a skank to flirt my was into some bar where I'm likely to be groped the whole night", she protested. Dean and Sam just looked between each other, "No. look you are not even paying attention to me", she told them.

At the store, Emma was looking through racks of clothes. "Ok you do realise I have some standards", she said as Dean held up what could only be described as hideous. "Look, why don't you leave me to this. I mean I know what I will and won't wear", Emma told them. Plus they really didn't have any clue of what was cute – or sexy as they wanted her. The two gave up and told her to be back at the motel for 6.

"Remember you have to look hot enough to get in", Dean reminded her. Emma pretended to pout at Dean,

"What are you saying I don't already look hot", she said laughing. Dean looked her up and down, and with a faint shimmer in his eye whispered softly so not even Emma was sure of what she had heard,

"No, I'm defiantly not saying that", He said to her and walked out to the car. Blushing slightly Emma continued to look trough the clothes racks.

A sudden heat burst its way through Emma's body, growing from her feet to her head, as if a fire wrecked through her internally. Feeling light headed, Emma sat down on the worn in carpet, as she lamely attempted to fan herself with her hand. She felt as if her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as an intense heat burst through them. That was the last thing she remembered until a store clerk was towering over her.

"Miss, are you ok?", she asked. Emma got up to her feet. A smile spread across her face.

"You know what. I feel great", she said. Turning to the woman she asked, "You know I seen this great red top earlier, but I can't seem to remember where it was. Could you help me".

Sitting in the bar Sam looked around. "You know I'm starting to worry that maybe this wasn't the best of ideas", he said to Dean as some guy got a bottle smashed over his head. "I mean I don't think Emma will be able to handle herself in a place like this", he said. Dean just smiled. Trust Sammy to drag someone into something then change his mind.

"Look Sammy, if she seems to be getting in over her head, well jump in. It's no big deal", he said taking a drink from the bottle that sat in front of him.

"My names Sam". Both of them noticed the commotion that was taking place behind them. Several wolf whistles and crude comments were coming from the door way. Turning round, both guys jaws visibly dropped as they took in what was before them.

Emma would have had no problem getting into the bar in what she was wearing. A tight, red silk corset was presenting her breast very nicely. Sitting like two ripe fruits in a sea of red left Dean unable to move his eyes except to the rest of her body. She was wearing a black silk mini-skirt that barely covered her ass. Black high heel just completed the image. Emma glanced around the room until she spotted them. Walking over, Dean felt his breath catch in his throat. Sam walked over and met Emma half way across the room. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her down to there secluded table.

"Emma, are you out of you mind. What the hell are you doing?", Sam whispered angrily. She shrugged her shoulders softly, a coy smile playing about her lips.

"You're the one's who said I had to look hot enough to get into this crappy excuse for a bar. And I look hot", she purred. Sam leaned in closer,

"I wanted you hot enough to get in. Not to make a scene and draw attention to yourself", he told her. Emma got up and walked over to Dean. Smiling down at him she said,

"Hey you. So what do you think. Am I hot enough for you?". Dean just nodded dumbly. Smiling Emma sat down on Dean, a leg over each side. Looking at him she leaned in and kissed him. Sam just stared shocked.

"Um, Emma are you feeling alright?", he asked her. Emma just nodded, not taking her eyes off Dean. Sam got up and pulled Emma off him. "Look maybe we should get you back to the motel. Your not acting like yourself right now", he told her. Emma turned to look at him, a fire burning in her eyes.

"Hey lets just remember I didn't want to be here. This one's all on you Sammy", She hissed. Sam looked at her, visibly taken aback. Dean took this opportunity to jump in.

"Hey Emma. Maybe Sam's right. We should go back to the motel", He said. A wicked look shimmered across Emma's face.

"Oh, so you want to get me into the motel do you?", she said. Dean chocked on air at what she had just suggested.

"no, no, I didn't mean…well you know not in that way. Not that your not hot enough….but, um, maybe you need to just cool of a bit", he stuttered. Sam just raised an eyebrow. It wasn't like Dean to shrink away from a sex offer. And he obviously liked Emma. Going out of the bar into the cold night air, Emma felt light headed. Grabbing onto Dean or support, she felt her legs collapse under her.
"Emma, are you alright", Dean asked, lifting her up into his arms. Emma looked around at where she was, then seen what she was wearing.

"Oh my god. What the hell have I got on?", she said looking at Dean, "And where the heck are we?", she said. Dean looked at Sam, who asked Emma,

"Wait, you don't remember coming here?", he said, his voice filling with concern. Emma shook her head.

"No the last thing I remember is being in the store", She said. With that she passed out.