a/n: There's gonna be some wookie-wookie in this chapter; Dean/Jasmine. Sorry if you don't wanna see this pairing, but come one! This was inevitable - how could one be with Dean Winchester that long and not want some? Maybe a cliché move up in here with it. There will also be a slight reference to a Ryan Wolfe, and yes, that is going to be the same Ryan Wolfe from CSI: MIAMI. I also think that I'm going to be using that fact at a later time.

Two Weeks Later:

Bobby Singer: Early 40's (40)

Dean Winchester: 26 years-old

Jasmine Rhodes: 21 years-old.

Ted Mosby: 21 years-old

Puzzle Piece:

TRAPPED

Jasmine's mind wandered how could it not? She and Dean were sort of stuck at the moment and it wasn't the sort of place, or position for a chat. So, her mind wandered over the events that had happened in the past two weeks.

After her run in with Ted, Jasmine didn't see him again those last few days of their hunt in the city. She knew he would be disappointed and hurt, but she didn't want to think about the past - even if Ted was one of the good memories form that time. Ted had moved on; gotten a real job, an apartment, a girlfriend and new best friends. And she . . . well, she had Dean, who she loved, was her best friend and her family. She and Ted couldn't be the Mister and Misses Best-Friends-Forever any more; not with the life he led now - not with the life she lead now.

Thinking of Ted made Jasmine think of the night after she left the bar. She was sure she was done before Dean got back; she was already in the bathroom when Dean came stomping in. Wait! Stomping? Dean didn't stomp; you would think that with his clunky, steel toe, biker boots, but Dean was quite the opposite. He was light on his feet as if he were a ballerina - Jasmine surprised a smile at that; dean would kick hr ass if he ever knew that she had compared him to a person who wears a tutu. But the urge to smile was soon faded as her thoughts got back on track.

If Dean ever stomped than why would he then? Jasmine knew people stomped loudly when they wanted people to think that they had left when they really hadn't. And people only stomp when they want people to know that their coming, or, they stomp to pretend that they had just arrived when they were really there the whole time and just saw your dirty secret.

Did that mean that Dean saw her? Jasmine started to panic but forced it down so Dean wouldn't notice. Is that what all of the staring was about? What? Was he grossed out by what he saw? Because he thought of her as a sister? Or, maybe he couldn't stop giving her looks because he thought it was hot? Jasmine wasn't sure of any thing at the moment. Could it really be possible that he thought of her in that way? Jasmine knew that she considered Dean that way, ever since she saw him naked, saw him having sex. But could Dean possibly see her in the same way?

She was drawn back to the situation at hand when Dean shifted, which in turn cause her to shift along with him. They were stuck, not figuratively, but quite literally - stuck between a wall and, well, a wall. They wouldn't be stuck if they were side by side, shoulder to shoulder. But instead, they were front to front, face to face. Pressed very, very close so that everything was touching everything else.

Neither of them really knew how they had ended up inside the wall, nor how they ended up face to face. But they both knew that they were hiding, and neither was going to admit that either. They had been there for at least an hour; inside this wall of an abandoned building that they were checking out for a hunt, a case that Bobby had found for them.

The thing that they had been hunting was there, catching both of them by surprise and they were definitely not prepared for that. This was they only available place for cover, and in such a hurry that they jammed themselves in at the same time; that was how they had ended up face to face. Okay, so they knew the how, but neither would once again, admit that.

Dean shifted again and Jasmine held back a growl of frustration, just barely. And instead, with what freedom she had and grabbed his arms; holding him still.

"Quit moving," She whispered, albeit growl-y in ear.

Dean did quit moving, but that didn't stop his mouth from moving. "I can't help it," he glowered at her through the darkness.

He most definitely couldn't, not with Jasmine pressed up against him as she was. And definitely not after what he had seen. There was no way he could ever look at her the same, feel the same way. He knew that something like this was bound to have happened eventually. They were always practically glued to each others sides. They had seen what each other looked like in the morning. Seen each other bloody and beaten, exhausted, sewn each other up. And, oddly, was the fact that they had never seen each other naked.

And just the thought of seeing Jaz without any clothes was enough to make him hot. He tried to shift again, but Jasmine's grip held him still. Was he screwed up if this was really turning him on, even in the situation they were in? And what would happen if Jasmine found out how he really felt? Having a erection right now would not do him or her any good, so he tried to tone down that thinking-about-her-naked thing. But what would be the point of pushing those images away with the way she was pressed up against him? Dean stifled the urge to shift again, because lets just be honest here; every time he shifted, he was just rubbing up against her - and if that didn't get him all hot and bothered quick, he wasn't sure what would.

There was scuttling farther down the wall from them, and Dean turned his head towards it. He smacked into Jasmine and their lips touched. Neither moved a muscle, neither made a noise. It was as if everything was frozen for a split second and in that second, neither protested, neither jerked away. Dean leaned forward every so slighting, putting some pressure against Jasmine's lips. Dean felt his heart skip a beat in excitement when she didn't jerk away and her lips started to move against his.

Jasmine couldn't believe that this was really happening, but those were definitely Dean's lips and that was definitely Dean's hardness pocking her thigh. There was hardly any room to move, but that didn't seem to cramp the mood. Yes, it was quite possibly the worst place ever to start making-out; but this was happening and it was happening now. They shifted and Dean couldn't help but moan against Jasmine's lips as his erection rubbed against her thigh.

Dean had had a lot of experience with woman; tons and tons of woman, but none of those compared to just a simple make out with Jasmine Rhodes. Dean had some how managed to get his hands under her shirt, revelling in the feel of her smooth skin of her stomach. He could feel the skin beneath his fingers twitch as he trailed his fingers upward, cupping her breasts under her braw.

This time, it was her turn to moan against Dean as he flicked a finger across the sensitive skin of her nipple. He broke the kiss from her lips and trailed his lips down her jaw, sucking on the pulse point on her neck. Jasmine leaned her head back until it hit the wall behind her, giving Dean more access to her neck.

Jasmine didn't have as much experience with men as Dean did with woman, but from what experience she did have, this trumped all. She wasn't a virgin, not by any means; but it's different for a girl than it is for a guy. When a guy go to a bar and has a one night stand; he's considered a "Playboy", but not in the bad way. When a girl goes to a bar and has a one night stand; she's considered a slut, and that word can only be used in the bad way. So Jasmine hadn't had as much "relationships" as Dean has had. Sure, she's had some one night stands, but there was on semi-constant in all of that.

The Winchester had never stayed any where longer than necessary and where ever the Winchester's went, so did Jasmine. But the one place that was a semi-constant home was Singer's Salvage. There was a boy in town, Ryan Wolfe, of whom she had made buddies with. He was the one who took her virginity, and they have done it at least a dozen more times after that. Last year he moved to Miami to live with his uncle.

She was jerked backed to reality as Dean ground up against her. God, if they weren't stuck inside this wall, Dean would probably be inside her right now. And just the thought of him inside of her to moan. Dean loved that sound, the sounds Jasmine made when she was all hot and bothered.

"Dean!" came a muffled voice behind him, on the other side of the wall, some distance away. "Jasmine!"

They broke apart, panting like crazy, trying to catch their breath. The voice came again, a little closer to their position. With his heat some what clear, Dean finally recognized the muffled voice but Jasmine beat him to it.

"Bobby," she whispered.

Dean nodded, they had managed to call Bobby but had lost the phone to the floor at their feet. They had totally forgotten about him and Bobby definitely had the worst timing yet.

"Did you forget about Bobby, too?" she panted into his ear.

Dean nodded, but than remembered that she wouldn't be able to see. "Yeah,"

"What are we gonna do, Dean?" Jasmine asked, finally getting her breath back.

Dean was quiet for a moment. "I don't know," he finally said, giving her breasts a squeeze as he thought about their options.

Jasmine couldn't help the but smile at that; she loved the way Dean still held her breasts. "Should we tell him?" she was more willing to let Dean keep his hand where ever he wanted.

Dean shook his head. "No, if we did, he'd probably just call us a bunch of 'idjits' or we only did it cause we were stuck and bored."

Jasmine grew slightly panicked. "That's not what you think this is, do you?" because if he thought that she was just playing around, Jasmine was going to break his hands; making it so that he wouldn't be able to grab any breasts for the rest of his life. Plus the fact that she would make the rest of his life a living hell.

"Of course not!" he said almost immediately. "Is that what it is for you?" because if it was, well, that would be awkward and he'd feel like a total idiot.

"No," Jasmine told him firmly. "It's not." as if to prove her point she grabbed Dean's face and kissed him, hard and passionately.

"Good," Dean breathed, revelling in the feel of her lips. "You good?"

Jasmine thought about it for a second. "Sure, once you let go I think we can get out of here."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, confused.

Jasmine gave an incredulous laugh. "Where are your hands, Dean?"

"Where are my hands?" Dean repeated. "Oh! Right. Sorry." but he still didn't take his hands away.

"You can play with them later," Jasmine reassured him. "Right now, I just to get out of this wall and go to the bathroom." she told him.

Dean couldn't help the bark of laughter at that, now noticing that he too had to go to the bathroom. Reluctantly, he released her breasts. Instantly, she felt the lose of contact and so did he.

"Ready now?" he asked.

"I'm as ready as you are." she replied.

"Whatever you say," was all he said.

He waited a beat.

"Bobby!" they yelled in union.

"Dean?" the call was way, way closer this time.

"Bobby! We're in the wall!" Dean called back.

"Of course you are, you idjit's!" Bobby yelled, right behind Dean on the other side of the wall.

Bothe Jasmine and Dean jerked at the close proximity; their heads smacking together. "OW!" they yelled in union, rubbing their foreheads.

"That's what ya get," was muttered crossly, fallowed by, "Idjit's." Bobby knocked on the wood, trying to indicate were Dean and Jasmine were. Dean banged back. "Cover your heads!" Bobby told them.

"Ready!" Dean yelled back, once they huddled their heads together, using their arms as a shield.

There was a loud bang and the wall about two feet away dented inward some. Another bang and the wall dented a little more inward, some pieces crumbling in away. Half a dozen more and there was a gaping hole in the wall. Glove hands pulled pieces away until the hole stretched half way across Dean back. With some very awkward movement, they were out, dusting themselves off. They stood there, and gave each other a quick once over; making sure it didn't look as if they hadn't just had a hot make out session.

Bobby gave them both a look, shaking his head. He had no idea what the hell he was supposed to say to these two idjit's, but as he shook his head, they both just gave him cheeky smiles. Bobby narrowed his eyes at them; he could see that their eyes kept quickly flicking to each other before going back to him, their smiles still plastered on - just like kids gettin' caught with their paws in the cookie jar. He turned his back to them and made his way out of the building, stupid idjit's.

They let out twin sighs of relief as Bobby turned the corner, giving each other wide eyed looks.

"Did he buy it?" Jasmine whispered to Dean frantically.

"No way did he buy that," Dean told her. "He knew,"

"Is that good or bad?"

"I have no idea . . ."