"Oh, Dean!" Escaped her lips as she reached her climax and looks down at possibly the most attractive man she's ever encountered. She knows he is close so she keeps grinding down on him. His eyes slam shut as he grunts and thrusts a few times from beneath her filling her up.

"Wow.. that was amazing." She barely manages to say as she rolls off of him.

"Oh, we are just getting started baby." Dean said in a deep seductive voice.

"Yeah, don't forget you still have me." Sam says sliding his hands over your quivering body making his way on top of her.

That's when a loud knock comes from the door jolting her out of her dreams. Looking down at herself in underwear and a T-shirt, she's a little bit more 'riled up' than normal but at least she's alone on the couch not in some bed with two brothers. She shook her head before hurrying and putting the robe that was on the back of the couch on and wrapping it around herself. Then she stood and fluffing up her hair trying to make herself look as presentable as possible. Making it over to the door and opens it to an older Mexican man.

"Uhm, can I help you?" She asked politely but confused still.

"Are you Breanna White?" He mutters uninterested.

Now noticing his shirt, she realized it was her stuff.

"Yes! That's me, I thought you guys were never going to make it!" She nearly yells since she's so excited.

Ignoring her he turns to the truck in the drive way. "Let's get it going boys!"

Being excited, she makes it to her room to get ready really fast. She throws on a bra, a tight fitting black tank top and a pair of blue jean shorts, knowing her day would be filled with unpacking and moving all of her stuff around. She throws her hair up in a pony tail and applies just a little mascara, incase the boys come by. As she makes it back into the living room, she starts telling the movers where everything goes and before she knows it they are all gone and it's just her and what's looking like more and more of a home to her.

Forgetting the awkward situation with the brothers Breanna makes her some coffee and toast before unpacking and situating her house. Smiling just about the entire time, who knew getting her own stuff back would be this exciting? She hadn't seen most of it in years, since she was moving around so much it had all been in storage. That's why it took so long to get it to her. The moving company had to go through the storage building and they seemed to be more worried about keeping her stuff there than letting her get it back.

-IOH-

Over at the Winchester's house, Sam walked out to the garage as Dean was finishing up on the Breanna's car. Noticing the moving truck backing out of her drive way.

"Oh, look her things finally showed up." Sam said almost overly interested.

"Yeah, so?" Dean said annoyed.

"What's got you in such a pissy mood?" Sam asked followed by what Dean calls his "bitch face".

"Just almost done with this," gesturing to the car. "Trying to hurry it up for sweet cheeks next door." Smiling mainly to himself remembered what happened just yesterday. Hoping that maybe if he finished up soon enough that along with the good news they could pick up where they had left off.

"You know Dean, you should really quit calling her sweet cheeks, she is a nice girl."

"Oh, like you know." Dean huffed.

"I know more than you! She told me about her mother, and her gymnastics career. I'm sure you saw the scar on her leg, near her knee.. She told me what happened. She tore her ACL and had to have surgery. It ended her career. Also, about how she traveled the world the past couple of years! She even told me about getting her heart broken in Paris. All this while we were at dinner last night." Sam saying in a know-it-all manner.

"Yeah well, before you two had your 'dinner' she has her body pressed against me and her tongue in my mouth." Smile never leaving his face. "Done! Nothing a little elbow grease can't fix. Going to take a shower Sammy, before giving her.. the good news." Saying with a sexual under tone.

"You are such a liar, Dean! She would never do that, especially with you." Sam yelled after him.

"Well, how about you come with me to tell her the news and you can ask her yourself." Dean smirking.

In disbelief, remembering the kiss they shared after she opened up to him, Sam yelled back, "You got it, Dean!"

-IOH-

With just about everything unpacked, or the major stuff. She thinks since she's in such a good mood tonight would be a good night to start at the bar. The manager had told her she could wear any top as long as it was plain color with no writing on it. Along with whatever shorts or pants she wanted. He did give her the warning that the clothes did need to be tight so they didn't get 'hung up' on anything. After she got ready, she started on her makeup in her usual manner. A little powder, a small amount of blush to add color to her pale skin, a smokey eye along with black eyeliner on the top. Finished with some mascara and just some chap stick on her lips, she felt good. Putting another low cut shirt on, with a push-up bra making her breasts look phenomenal. The shirt this time it's a deep red that would make her blue eyes stand out. A pair of black shorts that were tight in just the right places and hit her a little higher than mid-thigh. Carrying some black Ked's into the living room to put them on before going over to see if she could take your car to work. As she sat on the couch and started to tie the second shoe she got a knock at the door. Being hopeful it was Dean with her keys, she tied the other shoe and made it to the door. There he was.. eyes almost piercing through her, flashbacks of what happened before between them almost making her fall over. Quickly reminding herself how he acted after their "encounter" she stopped herself from swooning.

"Well, hello good looking." Eyeing her up and down while nodding reassuring.

Thankful she was wearing blush, not understanding the effect he had over her. Shaking her head as she glanced away from him. Now seeing Sam behind her fear took over.

"Hello, Breanna." He added but not in his normal cheerful manner.

Fear filled her, or more like embarrassment.. Dean probably told Sam and he would think she is some sort of girl who does this to people all of the time.

"Come on in, guys! " Trying to avoid a inevitable conversation. "So good to see you guys, look my stuff showed up!" Gesturing around the house.

Not even remotely giving them enough time to say anything. "Hope that my car is all done, I was actually heading out. Was hoping tonight would be my first night at work! Are you all finished working on it?" Never making eye contact with either of them while gathering her purse making it seem urgent that she leaves soon.

"Car is up and running. Shouldn't be giving you any problems, sweet cheeks." Finished with a wink as their eyes meet for the first time since she opened the door.

He was being his usual self, making her feel good about herself, being flirty, in hopes it would become something more later. She didn't seem like a hit it then quit it to him for some reason, which made him more curious about her. But that didn't mean he was going to stop making sexual advances, that kiss had got him a kind of excited his hand wouldn't just be able to fix. Maybe it was because he wasn't use to girls making fun of him how she had. Or maybe it's because no other girl has stopped him after things got as far as they did. Either way, he wanted more, especially after hearing what little Sam said about her.

"Wow, thank you so much for working so fast on it! Means a lot. I promise I'll make it up to you." Smiling at him half of her just being nice and hoping he wouldn't take that sexual the other half of her actually meaning it sexually.

"Oh, I'm sure you will." He drawled out while beaming from ear to ear.

"You two still remember I'm here right!?" Sam said in a loud and annoyed voice, breaking the stare that they were holding. Her looking to the floor and Dean shooting a look at Sam.

"I can't believe you really did it! Dean told me and I just knew he was lying. I thought there was no way you would make out with my brother then let me take to dinner and kiss you!" Sam exclaimed.

Dean's eyes getting bigger and darting to her. Not knowing who to look at or really what to say she just moves her eyes back and forth between the boys.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You kissed her? You kissed him?" Sounding more grossed out about her kissing Sam than the idea of him kissing her.

"It wasn't really like that, Sam." She said looking at him. "And honestly I didn't really kiss you.. You kissed me. And you're so nice, and I didn't want you thinking badly of me so I just didn't do anything about it!" She hoped she was at least half way defending herself decently.

"What do you mean it wasn't really like that? Did you not just get done making out with Dean in the garage? He wouldn't even give you a ride into town afterwards. And I recall you kissing back."

"I told you Sam.. You're just so sweet. I didn't want to hurt your feelings.." Trying to choose her words carefully.

"See Sammy she didn't want to hurt your feelings!" Dean lets out with a laugh. Both Sam and Bree's eyes darting to him.

"You're really picking him.. Over me." Sam says kind of hurt.

"I'm not picking anyone over anyone! I'm just defending myself. I haven't kissed anyone in just about a year. I never kiss two people in one day! Especially brothers. I didn't mean for anything to happen between Dean and I or between us Sam." She was started to feel backed into a corner. "But seriously guys.. I can't do this now. I need to go to work.." She ushered them out and locked the door to her house once they were all outside. She held her hand out to Dean and he slowly placed the keys in her hand then she was off.

"Thanks again guys. We will talk later!" Getting in the car and start backing up before they even have time to get off the porch.

She sees Dean smiling as she pulls into the road. Which makes her feel relieved. For some reason she cares more about Dean being okay with Sam kissing her than she cares about Sam being okay with whatever happened between Dean and her. Sam was a nice guy, he would forgive her, but she did learn from their dinner and especially from that kiss she didn't see him as anything more than a friend. Sure they were both 22 but there is something about him more brotherly than anything. She'll just have to explain everything to him and hope he understands. The rest of the way to her new job her mind raced with thoughts of Dean, she was still certain that he only viewed her as a one night thing. No matter how hard he tried.. No matter how bad she wanted it she knew she would have to refuse sex with him. At least until she knew for a fact she was more than a quick lay.

-IOH-

"I'm glad you decided to come in tonight, Bree. We ended up being short handed tonight and you are picking it up fast." Said the girl training you behind the bar, named Scarlet. She was definitely good looking.. blonde, big breasts, taller than Bree by at least 5 inches, and she was a good bartender.

"Oh yeah I'm glad too!" She says happy she's making an impression.

"I'll take a beer, sweet cheeks," both the girls behind the bar hear.

Bree froze knowing exactly who it was. Dean, even in the darkness of the bar she could still see his green-hazel eyes and his smile making her weak in the knees.

Scarlet must not have noticed that Dean was looking at Bree because under her breath, "There are some perks to this job." Making it over to Dean. She knew Scarlet didn't mean to assume that he wasn't talking to her but she was accustomed to it. Most guys like Dean were into girls like Scarlet not into short nerdy girls like her.

"What can I get for you, baby?" Scarlet says expertly pushing her breasts together as the leans on the bar.

Bree knew if he had the chance to be with a hot blonde throwing herself at him he would take it. Feeling the all to familiar feeling of not being anything special. She goes to walk away.

"No, thanks sweetie. I was talking to my sweet cheeks back there." Dean saying smirking, eyes never leaving Bree the entire time.

Scarlet obviously dumbfounded walks over to Bree.

"You're telling me you are with that hot piece of ass over there?!" She says trying to whisper but fails.

Shyly, "Well we aren't together.." Still unsure what to say about him calling her HIS. As the words left his lips she felt a chill down her spine. Wanting to jump him right there but luckily the bar being between them stopped that idea quickly.

"What's a guy gotta do to get a beer around here?" Dean says making it known he's still there hearing the conversation. Still looking at her.

Bree goes to the cooler to grab a beer for him. Making quick work of the top as she heads over to him. Slides the bottle opener back into her back right pocket then hands him his beer. Their hands brushing together and she swore she felt a metaphorical electricity through the small touch. She pulled her hand away quickly after avoided his gaze and heading to the other side of the bar where Scarlet was.

"Wow, I still can't get over that guy. He's probably one of the fucking sexiest guys I've ever seen." She says this out loud but mostly to herself.

Bree laughs, "You're telling me! You should try making out with him then having to stop right in the middle of it." Kind of now bragging about herself. Hey, that's a way to make friends right?

"Get.. The.. Fuck.. Outta here! You have some crazy restraint girl. You only have an hour left for your shift.. So get back over there or I will! Pour you two a shot, on the house." She says jokingly and with a wink pushes her over to Dean. This entire time Dean's eyes haven't left her. If it would have been anyone else she would have been creeped out. But the fact he still wanted her after seeing someone like Scarlet made her feel more confident.

"You know it isn't nice to stare, Dean." She says pouring two shots of whiskey and sliding one to him. Picking hers up waiting in him.

An almost surprised look pops on to his face but quickly disappears. Be licks his lips and picks up his shot glass.

"Here's to your smokin' hot body." Dean says clinking his shot glass to hers.

"I'll drink to that. Salud." Taking the whole shot, feeling the burning liquid down her throat. She had a couple other guys buy her shots since her shift so she was already feeling a buzz. As her head came down she slammed the shot glass down upside down, now her turn to smirk at him.

"I've got an hour left. Should be home around 12:30. I'll meet you at my place. Beers on me tonight." Turning around to help other bar guests. Making it seem like she was in charge. Knowing he probably wasn't very use to the idea of being bossed around. Being told what to do left Dean feeling a bulge in his pants. Not believing that this shy little gymnasts just took a shot of whiskey with him followed by her ordering him to come over. With that he chugged the rest of the beer, grabbed a pen from the bar along with a beverage napkin and quickly jotted something on it then stuck it in the top of his empty beer bottle. Got up from his stool and made his way outside, smiling the whole way.

Noticing he left, watching his ass the whole way out. Smiling Bree goes to grab the shot glasses they had left in front of him and the beer bottle. When she saw the napkin she grabbed it unfolding it and saw,

I'm already so hard for you.

xxx

Dean

Feeling embarrassed and turned on all at once she shoved the napkin in her pocket. Trying to make this next hour go by quickly. She wasn't sure what would happen when she got home but she knew it would be a good night for her.