A/N - Oh my God! My laptop is being such a pain...grrr. The monitor's gone out on me, I can't afford to get it fixed, and I can't update as quickly as I want to. Also, I still have to put my senior project together at school which starts in, like, 10 days! So, sorry to leave you all hanging. But, I was finally able to edit and post this chapter. And in the same day as the latest chapter from my other fic. What can I say? When I get the chance, I take it. As to this chapter, I'll never reveal where I originally came up with the idea. Believe what you want. So, without further ado...

Music Selections - 'Everything's wrong', 'Cold (Acoustic)', and 'Breathing slowly' by Crossfade; 'In the air tonight' by Nonpoint; 'It's not over' by Daughtry; 'Run' by Collective Soul.

Disclaimer - No, I still don't own Supernatural. Or the suggested music.

Chapter 16: Let's Play a Game

Rolling his eyes, Dean unlocked the door and stepped inside. Taylor followed and he shut the door as she passed.

A chill passed through her as the air-conditioned air enveloped her. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stood dripping on the carpet as Dean walked over to his bag to collect some dry clothes. Tossing her a pair of gray sweatpants and a blue t-shirt, he then walked over to the bathroom and shut the door.

She quickly divested of the soaked clothes she had on and put on the dry ones. In a fit of selfish weakness, Taylor pulled the front of the shirt up over her nose and inhaled deeply. She closed her eyes for a few moments, reveling in the fact that she was wearing Dean's clothes and was surrounded by his scent. Which she determined to be positively heavenly. Hearing the knob turn on the bathroom door, she pulled the shirt down and looked up innocently hoping he hadn't caught her in the act of smelling his clothes. How strange, not to mention mortifying for her, would that look?

Instead of seeing Dean, she heard his voice. "You decent?" he asked.

"Depends upon your definition." she replied in a flippant tone, the corner of her mouth quirking up and breathing a quiet sigh of relief.

Taking her answer to be a yes, Dean opened the door and stepped out dressed similarly to Taylor. Taylor held out her wet clothes to him after he stepped out of the bathroom. "What should I do with these?" she asked.

Seeing what was laying on top, his eyes widened and stumbled back a few paces before he exclaimed, "What the hell are those?" he pointed to her bra and panties laying on top of the folded pile.

Rolling her eyes, she replied with a soft smile "By now I would have expected you, of all people, to know what a woman's bra and underwear looks like."

Dean gave her a pointed look before answering. "Of course I do. My surprise lies in that they're currently not on your body."

"Well what did you expect? They're just as wet as the rest of my clothes. What'd you think, that they stayed dry magically while the rest of me was soaked through? Now if you don't mind…" she trailed off as she shoved past him and into the bathroom. She didn't feel like discussing the finer points of her underwear with the man she'd rather have removing them.

After twisting her hair up into a bun and hanging her clothes up to dry over the bathtub, Taylor walked out of the bathroom and turned off the light. She sat down next to Dean on the floor, who was watching TV.

"What's on?" she asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Handing her the remote, he said "Not anything good."

After flipping through the channels herself and not finding anything sufficiently interesting, she shut off the TV and tossed the remote up in front it. Neither made a move to get up, content and tired as they were.

After a few minutes of just sitting there, Taylor lifted her head and looked around the room for something to do. "What to do, what to do…" she muttered as she looked.

Looking over to Dean, she asked "Got a deck of cards?"

"Out in the car." he replied.

"Oh." she said dejectedly. She was in no mood to get soaked through again solely for a deck of cards. Perking up she continued "Wanna play a game?"

Not liking the sound of playing a game with Taylor, he questioned slowly "What kind of game?"

"I spy?" she suggested.

"No." he replied.

"The movie game?" she asked.

"What? No." he replied.

"20 questions?" she said, running out of games to suggest.

"No." he said.

"7 minutes in heaven?" she asked, merely to get more than a negative, one-word answer out of him.

"What are we, in junior high? If you wanted to make out with me, all you had to do was ask." he answered incredulously.

Taylor threw her hands up in frustration. Sighing, she said "I'm so bored, Dean. Everything I suggest you turn down. What do you want to do?"

"Well, I'm not entirely opposed to the last suggestion. But I think I'd need more than seven minutes." he replied suggestively, sounding smug at the end.

"Okay." she said, sitting up on her knees right beside him.

"Wait. Did you just agree to make out with me?" Dean asked, shock evident in his voice.

"I'm desperate." she replied flatly. "Besides, it won't mean anything, will it?" she continued, not as confident as before.

"Not a thing." he agreed, inwardly trying to convince himself as well.

After shifting around a little, Taylor said, "So, how should we go about this? Should I sit like this or should we…" she trailed off, babbling nervously. What's the matter with me? Where is my sexy-sure confidence now? Taylor thought miserably. It was like she was thirteen and preparing for her first kiss all over again.

Folding his legs into the Indian position, he grabbed her wrist and said "Come here." gesturing to his lap.

Straddling him and wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, she looked up into his eyes. They were a deep green color and gazing at her intently. She swallowed hard and shifted a little to settle in before saying "Whenever you're ready."

Sucking in a breath from her movement, he said huskily "Yeah, sure. Alright." His usual cocky attitude nowhere to be found.

Each leaning in a little, they inched their way closer, moving their heads around awkwardly a few times before Taylor just let her head fall to one side and let Dean move in the rest of the way on his own. After what seemed like a lifetime, their lips met. Taylor's eyes blinked even though they were already tightly closed when their lips came together.

Splaying one hand against his neck, she pulled him in closer as his hands moved to her hips and squeezed them. After a minute or so of closed mouth kissing, Taylor became impatient and sighed, opening her mouth slightly to allow her tongue to run across the seam of Dean's lips.

He started slightly, which provided some welcomed friction between them, before he complied.

Taylor decided she liked the added friction that had just passed between them and decided to start gently rock her hips against his. Dean let out a deep groan in response.

Breaking apart for air, Dean then moved down to nip lightly on her neck, making her gasp before she held his head tighter so he wouldn't leave the immediate area. It wasn't like he didn't want the chance to become more acquainted with it anyway. Besides, when would he ever get another chance like this? And he enjoyed listening to the sounds Taylor emitted as he continued to lavish attention on her neck and collarbone.

After awhile, Taylor forced his mouth away from her neck and said in a throaty voice "That's enough of that." and then proceeded to kiss him on the mouth, hard.

Eager to feel more of her skin beneath his fingertips, Dean's hands traveled beneath her shirt and skimmed along her back before wrapping his arms around her tightly. He felt a shudder from her as his hands traveled along her back. He took pleasure from the fact that his mere touch could arouse her and gripped her more tightly. If only he could go further, to touch every part of her...

Taylor, meanwhile, was gently running her fingertip along the base of his hairline while the other arm was laying over Dean's shoulder, gripping his back. She had to admit that she was giving less than she was receiving. She didn't think he minded, though from the sounds he was making. The gentle rocking increased in intensity as kissing progressed. Sounds of pleasure bounced off the walls all the while.

When he felt that things were progressing too quickly for his comfort, Dean began to ease them down from the intense high they had reached. Releasing her lips, he placed light kisses along her jaw line, eyes, and the tip of her nose before placing a light but lingering kiss on her mouth before moving his face away from hers.

He continued to gaze at her as her eyes slowly fluttered open, a contented and dreamy expression on her face. His hands, however, were still on her back and massaging it lightly.

"Mmmm…that was…" Taylor moaned out, trailing off.

"Intense." Dean supplied for her, resting his forehead against hers.

"Yeah. Felt pretty damn good, too." she agreed.

The two simply sat there for awhile, just resting and enjoying the euphoria that had resulted from their make out session.

"Maybe we should…" Taylor began but was cut off when they heard knocking on the door. Damn. Wasn't that a little quick of Shane and Sam? Taylor thought to herself as she scrambled off of Dean's lap and flipped onto the bed behind her.

"Who is it?" Dean ground out, irritated by the interruption and Taylor's forced and hasty departure.

"The Burger King. Who the hell do you think it is?" Dean heard Sam say through the door.

"Well, come on in then. Nothing stopping you." Dean replied, drawing his knees up to his chest. After all, no need to advertise what affect his and Taylor's previous activity had on certain parts of his body.

"Excuse me." Sam said, surprised by Dean's harsh tone. "Just making sure I wasn't interruping anything." he continued in a teasing manner as he unlocked the door and came into the room.

"What are you doing back so early?" Dean continued, sending a furtive glance at Taylor, who looked just as bewildered. Did Sam even realize how close to the mark he actually was? Sitting on the bed opposite Taylor and Dean, Sam gave Dean a mystified look.

"Are you kidding me? And Shane fell asleep just awhile ago. I thought Taylor would like to go back to her room now." Sam said, gesturing to Taylor.

Glancing at the clock over her shoulder, Taylor's eyes widened in surprise at the time. Had that much time really passed since they entered the room?

Standing up and stretching her arms over her head, Taylor then walked over to the bathroom to collect her clothes. After she collected her clothes, she walked over to the door and rested her hand on the knob.

Turning around slightly and looking over at Dean, she said "Thanks, Dean. I had fun." and then walked out the door, closing it behind her.

"What was that all about?" Sam asked, looking at the door before turning back to Dean.

Shaking his head, Dean stood up and walked over to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Dean said, avoiding the question.

"Sure, whatever man." Sam said, moving to change into some drier clothes.

Shutting the bathroom door behind him, Dean sank back onto it and let his head fall against it with a dull thud. Yeah, he was going to take a shower. A cold shower.

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A/N 2 - Well? How'd you like the Dean and Taylor moment? Quite unexpected, I'd like to believe. Well, not they're "getting together" seeing as that's been all but plainly obvious since her introduction, but the situation. Pretty unbelievable, you say? I beg to differ. Anyway, let me know what you think. I always get a kick out of reading new reviews. It's quickly becoming my new 'Nestle treasures with caramel' addiction. Until next time...