Sorry! I meant to upload this last night, but I ran out of time. Its a longer chapter, but it has some of the M rated content promised in the description. *wink wink nudge nudge* There should be another chapter up tomorrow. Enjoy!

Note: I don't own any characters except Ashley.

We all piled into the impala and drove to a breakfast diner. I sat in the same booth as Dean and Sam sat across from us. Dean, of course, swallowed all of his food while Sam and I actually ate our food. Sam wanted nothing to do with clothes shopping so we dropped him off at the motel. Dean and I drove around to a couple stores. I didn't get much, but it was enough. By the time we were finished I had two pairs of jeans, a few shirts and an army-green jacket. "What should we do now?" I asked as we climbed in the car from the last store. He leaned over and pressed his lips against my ear. "Like I said," he whispered, "I have a few ideas." I felt my cheeks turn pink and I buried my face in my hands. He chuckled and gently grabbed my wrists. "C'mon, Ashley," he teased as he pulled at my wrists, "lets have some fun." I lifted my head and looked at him, "what do you want to do?"

"Well, this, first of all," he smirked as he leaned over and kissed me. He forced my mouth open, slipping his tongue in. I moved my tongue with his, fighting for dominance. He broke away, breathing heavily. "Ashley, lets go," his voice was rough, "I'll take you right here in the car if I have to." It took all my self control not to jump on top of him. "You wanna know a secret?" I asked. He seemed confused, but nodded anyways. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I want you, too." I looked at him expectantly. "Well what are we waiting for?" He asked in a husky voice. I chuckled, "aw it can wait, don't you want it to be special?"

"Ashley," he whined, "come on."

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p'. He huffed, "fine." He started the car and we started to drive back to the motel. I pulled my jacket out of a bag and looked at it. I liked it a lot. "Why'd you get a green jacket?"

"What's wrong with green?" I asked. "Nothing," he said, "so why did you get green?" I shrugged, "it reminds me of a guy I like."

"Oh," his voice dropped, "do I know him?"

"Yeah," I smiled, "I'm pretty sure you do."

"Who, uh," he cleared his throat, "who is it?"

"Are you," I fake gasped, "jealous?"

"What? No."

"Yes, you are," I poked his ribs. He looked over at me and then back at the road, "so who is it?"

"Guess"

"I don't know"

"Well then, I won't tell you if you don't at least guess"

"Fine," he reached over and snatched the jacket from my lap, "then I won't give it back until you tell me."

"You really are jealous, arn't you?"

"I'll hide it," he warned.

"No!" I blurted out, " don't hide it, it reminds me of you!"

"What?"

"I, uh," I could feel my cheeks burning, "umm."

"Me?" I nodded slowly, looking away. He pulled off to the side of the road and turned his whole body to face me. "Me?" He asked again, shocked. "Your eyes," I said quietly and nodded. I kept my eyes glued to the floor. He reached over and brushed his fingertips across my cheek. I looked up and met his two emerald eyes that I loved. He leaned in and lightly pressed his lips to mine, holding the side of my face in his hand. He pulled back a few inches from my face as I became lost in his eyes. "I'm the guy you like?" I smiled, "who else would it be?" He buried his face into the crook of my neck and wrapped his arms around me. "Wha-?"

"Nothing," he said as he pulled back, "it's just, I like you, too." His cheeks turned light pink and my heart skipped a beat. I took his face in my hands and crashed my lips to his. He kissed me back forcefully, opening my mouth and sliding his tongue in. I ran my hands up through his hair as he moaned and swung my leg around his hip. I shifted so I was sitting in his lap with my legs wrapped loosely around his waist. I slipped my hands under his shirt and ran them up his chest. He slid his hands up and down my back, scratching lightly. I moaned into his mouth and trailed one hand down his hip onto the side of his thigh. He groaned and shifted his hips. I slid my hand over into his inner thigh and he bucked his hips. I started rubbing his thigh in circles as he moaned deeply. I started working my way up his thigh as he bucked his hips uncontrollably. Just before I reached the bulge in his jeans I stopped my hand. "Ashley," he whimpered, "please." I smiled as he continued to kiss me. I slowly slid my hand over the bulge in his jeans and he broke away from the kiss to moan loudly into my neck. I planted kisses down his neck as he continued to buck his hips and moan. I started rubbing him and he gasped into my neck. He pulled me up against him and I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. He wrapped an arm around me and lowered me onto my back, my legs still wrapped around him. He held himself up on his arms as he slowly ground his hips against mine. He moaned into the crook of my neck and I gasped loudly. He continued to slowly grind up against me and I trailed my lips along his jaw, kissing and nipping at his skin. I pressed my hands against his chest and slid them down just underneath the waistband of his jeans. "Ashley," he moaned as he reconnected his lips with mine. I fumbled with his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I slid my hand down and started rubbing him through his boxers. He let out a long moan and bucked his hips. I gasped and moaned into his neck as he rubbed up against my inner thigh. "Dean," I whimpered as I bit down on his ear lobe. "You like that?" He teased as he bucked his hips again. "D-Dean," I whimpered again as I gripped his back. "What's the matter, Ashley?" He chuckled into my ear as he bucked his hips again. "Oh god, Dean," I moaned into his neck as my nails dug into his back. He bucked his hips hard against mine and I felt him through my jeans. I wrapped myself around him as tight as I could, my heels digging into his lower back and I was definitely leaving hand prints behind his shoulders. "Dean," I said loudly through my clenched teeth. He thrust his hips once more, pressing himself against me. "DEAN," I nearly screamed as I bit on the fabric of his shirt and ground my hips against his. "I told you I would get you back," he was breathing heavily into my ear. I loosened my grip on him and lowered myself back down. He pressed his lips to mine and I forced his open, slipping my tongue in. I slid my hand down and started rubbing him through his boxers. He moaned into my mouth and I pulled on the elastic waistband of his boxers. I slowly reached down and began stroking him. I heard his teeth clench together and he started to slowly move his hips against my hand. "You like that?" I asked, mimicking him. "Ashley," he moaned into my neck. I tightened my legs around him and ground our hips together. "Ashley," he whimpered as I felt him bite the cloth on my shoulder. I stroked him faster as he thrust his hips. "Oh god, Ashley," his voice was muffled by my shirt as I heard him try to grip the seat. I alternated between stroking him and bucking my hips against his. "Ashley, don't stop," his voice was louder and I heard his hands desperately tried to find purchase on the smooth seats. I ground my hips against his as his breathing became quicker and quicker. "Ashley, ASHLEY," his yelling was semi muffled from my shirt as he bucked his hips wildly. He collapsed on top of me, slightly bucking his hips still. I reached up behind my head and took his hands in mine, intertwining our fingers. He was breathing heavily, his head resting on my chest and our legs tangled together. I started rubbing the middle of his back when I remembered my possible hand prints I lifted his shirt up and saw two red hand prints on the back of his shoulders. "Don't take your shirt off in front of Sam anytime soon," I chuckled. "Why?" He mumbled. I slid my hands over the angry red marks on his back. "Oh," he said, slightly wincing. "Damn," I said as I felt the hotness radiating from the marks, "sorry, Dean."

"S'ok," I could hear him smiling, "it was worth it." I looked down his back and saw my reddish-blue heel marks at the bottom of his spine. "Shit," I grumbled. "What?" He asked. I lightly touched the heel marks and his hips twitched in pain. "Dammit, I'm so sorry, Dean."

"Hey, it's not your fault. Besides, they don't even hurt that much." I touched the mark again and he twitched as another spasm of pain shot up his spine. "Yeah, they seem fine," I said sarcastically. "Dean, these are black and blue, there's no way this didn't hurt when I did it." He stayed silent, "these hurt earlier, didn't they?"

"Look, I barely even felt it."

"Dammit, Dean," I cursed, "why didn't you tell me I was hurting you?"

"Hey," he said, looking up at me, "It's not your fault, I'll be fine." I shook my head, "no it's not, I hurt you, Dean."

"Ashley," he said as he lifted himself off me and hovered in front of my face, "I'll be fine, it's just a couple of bruises." He leaned down, kissed me and then put his head back on my chest. He shifted so the back of his shirt slid up around his neck. "What's wrong?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around the middle of his back. "Nothing," he lied. I stared at him until he looked up at me. "My shoulders are just hot, that's all," he sighed. I hovered my hands over the hand prints on his back, I could feel the heat rolling off them. I bit my lip, "tell me if it hurts, ok?" He nodded into my chest. I slowly brought my hands down over the hand prints, absorbing the heat. He groaned and shifted his head. My hands jumped off his back," sorry, sorry."

"Ashley, it's ok, it doesn't hurt. It makes it feel better," he mumbled into my chest. I cautiously put my hands on his back again as the heat transferred onto my hands. He groaned again and buried his face into my neck. After a while my hands were getting hot and Dean was shifting uncomfortably. I took my hands off his shoulders and wrapped them around the middle of his back. He yawned and I looked down to see his eyes shut. "You're tired. I thought you slept last night."

"I did"

"For how long?"

"Long enough," he mumbled. I sighed, "obviously not."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Let's go back to the motel, you can sleep."

"I'm fine," he yawned again.

"Nope, we're going back to the motel. The last thing I need is for you to pass out later." He lifted himself up on his arms and hovered above my face, "you're stubborn, arn't you?"

"Only as much as you," I smiled and pressed my lips to his. He slid his arm around me and pulled me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he yelped loudly in pain. "Shit, sorry," I pulled my legs back, "sorry, Dean. Shit." His teeth were clenched together and his eyes were squeezed shut. I wrapped my arms around his back as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. I started rubbing small circles in his back as he took shaky, uneven breathes. "I'm fine," he said with pain in his voice. He pulled back and gave me a weak smile. "God, Dean," I said as I nuzzled my face into his chest, "I'm so sorry." He sighed, "what do I need to say to convince you that it's not your fault?" I just hugged him tighter, saying nothing. "C'mon," he kissed the top of my head, "lets go back to the motel." I nodded and the impala roared to life.