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Supernatural: Watch Over Me Ch. 01

By: SexxyShadowVixxen



The characters of Dean and Sam Winchester (and Bobby Singer) are from the TV series Supernatural and are owned by Eric Kripke and the CW Network. I love to write about the Winchesters; the characters and the men that play them are so sexy! They sure make it easy to come up with story ideas. 




Sam Winchester sat in the corner of the cozy coffee shop typing away at the keyboard of his laptop. He glanced across the room to see his older brother Dean leaning against the counter, flirting shamelessly with the cute blonde barista.

"I can't take you anywhere, Dean." Sam thought to himself with a smile, amused at how Dean could zero in on any female within a ten mile radius.

"Man, that chick is so hot!" Dean said as he pulled out a chair from the table where Sam was sitting. "I scored her number too!"

"Good for you." Sam replied, not looking up from the computer screen as he continued to peck away at the keys.

"Hey." Dean said, closing the laptop on Sam's fingers, forcing him to look up. "If you'd get your nose outta that computer, you'd see that there are a lot of hot women in here!"

"Yeah?" Sam glared at him, pulling his fingers out from under the folded screen. "Well, we have bigger things to worry about."

"Like what?" Dean leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee. "We're supposed to be having some 'R&R' for a while, remember? We've definitely earned it, Sammy."

Before Sam could answer, a waitress walked up to their table. She was a very pretty brunette with deep brown eyes. "Can I refill your coffee for you sir?" She asked Sam with a lingering smile, nervously putting the end of her pen in her mouth. "Would you like a pastry or something else from the menu?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks." He looked up at her and smiled politely.

"Ok, but let me know if you need anything. Anything at all." She said with a smile and a quick wink.

As she walked away, Dean was checking out every inch of her. When she disappeared around the corner, he hung his head, shaking it. "I can't believe you Sam. You are such a dumbass!"

"What are you talking about?" He asked, opening the laptop. "What did I do now?"

Dean looked up and smiled. "That hot waitress is totally crushing on you, and you just sit here like Mr. Clueless! She was flirting with you like crazy!"

"She was just doing her job, that's all." He replied flatly. "She gets paid to be nice to customers, that's how she makes more tips."

"I don't think so, Sam." Dean smiled a sly grin. "And I'm gonna prove it to ya. I think it's time you had some fun and stop being such a stick in the mud!"

"Dean, don't you dare!" Sam whispered, knowing his brother was about to do something really embarrassing. 

When Dean saw their waitress, he waved at her trying to get her attention. When she didn't look up, he yelled across the room. "Oh, waitress? Yeah, we need your assistance over here!"

Sam wished the floor would swallow him up at that exact moment. He could feel his cheeks begin to burn slightly in a blush. "I'm gonna kill you!" He said between clenched teeth as the pretty waitress walked toward their table. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be an only child."

"Hi guys." The waitress said with a bright smile. "Did you change your minds about needing something?"

"Yes we did." Dean winked at her. "My brother and I have a bet going, and I think you're the only one that can settle it."

Sam glared at Dean as the pretty waitress put both hands on her hips. "Oh really? How can I help you two handsome guys?"

"I'm Dean, by the way." He smiled a sexy smile, extending his hand. "And this is my brother Sam."

The waitress slid her pen into the back of her ponytail and put her pad into her apron to free up her hands. "Nice to meet you Dean." She shook Dean's hand. "And it's very nice to meet you Sam." Her eyes locked on his, and he couldn't help but notice her emphasis on the word very.

"Hi." Sam said politely with a forced smile. He was still pissed off at Dean and really wasn't up for conversation.

"My name is Karen. So how can I help with your bet?" She asked, keeping her gaze on Sam. She was definitely smitten with him. 

Dean motioned for the waitress to come closer. "Well Karen, we have a bet that whoever guesses what color of panties you're wearing gets your phone number."

Sam could feel his cheeks begin to burn a little hotter now. His first blush had subsided a little, but he couldn't believe what had just come out of his brother's mouth. "My brother the pervert." He thought to himself as he waited for Karen's response. Sam secretly hoped she would be so insulted she would slap Dean across the face for such a comment.

"Interesting." Karen smirked as she looked at the two hot guys that sat at her table. She was really glad she had come into work today. There's not many days that two hotties such as these came into the coffee shop, much less sat at her tables. "But what if I'm not wearing any panties at all?" Karen leaned down and whispered in Dean's ear.

Dean swallowed hard. He could feel all the blood running straight to his cock. He took a few seconds to regain his composure and spoke up. "Well, I guess we'd just call it a draw then. My guess is that you are wearing a black lace thong."

Karen moved quickly to the back of their table. As she passed behind Sam's chair, she lightly ran her hands over his broad shoulders. "Mind if I sit here for a sec?" She asked him as she pulled out the chair in between the two brothers.

"No, go ahead." Sam replied, moving his laptop to the side so she could sit down. He gave Dean a look that could kill, but Dean totally ignored the eye daggers because he was still horny from her no panties comment.

"So what's your guess Sam?" Karen leaned in toward him, her brown eyes scanning every inch of his handsome face.

"Uh." He squirmed under her intense gaze and the question at hand. "I dunno."

"C'mon, you must have a guess at what color of underwear I'm wearing." She purred.

Sam could feel his cheeks begin to burn more violently as the moments ticked by. He knew he would have to come up with an answer or she wouldn't leave him alone. "You have on white thong panties with multi-colored polka dots."

"Mmmmm." Karen sat back in her chair. "Let's see." She whispered as she reached up under her short skirt with both hands. Sam and Dean both watched her intently as she raised slightly in the chair to pull her panties off her hips. She let the panties slide quickly down her legs and onto the floor. Dean's erection was painfully straining against his jeans and Sam's mouth suddenly went dry. Even though he wasn't attracted to Karen that much, the brazen move of removing her panties in a public place got his attention.

Dean looked over at Sam and gave him a wide-eyed look. Even Dean seemed surprised, and Sam knew his brother had seen some freaky stuff on the road.

"I've gotta get back to work." Karen took a page out of her order pad and scribbled her phone number on it quickly. She then bent over while still sitting in her chair and discreetly picked up her panties from the floor. She stood up, adjusting her short skirt on her hips. "Can't stay here all day playing with you two." She laughed, taking one finger to Dean's chin and closing his gaping mouth. "Even though I'd love to!"

"Good guess, Sam." Karen stood behind him. "You're the winner. Call me sometime." She whispered huskily in his ear, sliding her panties and phone number into his front shirt pocket.

Sam's face was on fire at this point. He looked around the coffee shop to see if anyone had witnessed the steamy display. Everyone at all the other tables chatted, read the newspaper, or stared at their computer screens oblivious to what had just happened at their table. When Karen had gotten out of earshot, Dean leaned over the table. "Well, Sammy I hate to say that I told you so...but I told you Karen was hot for you! Maybe next time you'll listen to me!"

"I am so not talking to you right now." Sam said, taking a sip of coffee and moving the laptop back in front of him. 

"C'mon Sam, don't be like that! You should be thanking me for hooking you up with such a babe!"

Sam just sat there totally ignoring Dean as he continued to talk. When Dean realized that he wasn't even listening to him, he stood up. "I'll be waiting out in the car when you get through PMS-ing, Samantha."

Sam continued to peck away at the laptop's keyboard. Dean stood up and slammed his chair against the table and walked briskly toward the door. "What a jerk." Sam thought to himself as he watched this brother walk out the door and into the parking lot. 

Dean could be so relentless when it came to hooking Sam up with women. He tried to tell Dean that he wasn't ready for a new relationship ever since the death of his girlfriend Jessica a little over a year ago. He just wasn't ready to let go and give his heart to another woman just yet. 

He knew his older brother meant well; all Dean ever wanted was for Sam to be happy and to have someone to love. Dean met women all the time on the road, and he had no trouble connecting with them and having a good time. Sam wasn't so quick to find a connection with someone. There had to be more there than just the physical.

"I guess I'd better go on out to the car and make up with him." Sam said to himself, closing the laptop and putting it under his arm. He took one last swallow of his coffee and stood up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Karen standing at the counter with the blonde barista Dean had been talking to earlier. The two women stared at him and giggled. Karen waved as he passed by heading for the door, and then made a gesture with her hand for him to call her.

He gave her a half smile and a nervous wave as he threw the empty plastic coffee cup into the trash can. "What the hell ever happened to playing a little hard to get! Damn!" He thought to himself as he walked outside to where Dean was sitting in their Impala.

Dean sat there with his dark sunglasses on staring out the driver's side window. Sam hesitated with his hand on the passenger's side door handle. Taking a deep breath, he opened the squeaky door to the car and got in. 

The two brothers sat in complete silence for several seconds. Sam reached into the backseat and slid the laptop into the messenger's bag that was lying on top of his coat. Turning around in the seat, he glanced over at Dean who seemed frozen.

After several more seconds that seemed like an eternity, Dean finally spoke up. "Did you get some Midol for your PMS while you were in there?"

"Dean, we need to talk." Sam said calmly.

Dean ripped his sunglasses from his face. "You're damn right we need to talk! Here I am trying to help you out and deliver you tail on a silver platter, and you give me the silent treatment. Man, that's real gratitude, Sam!"

Sam figured his brother would react this way. He knew the best thing to do was to let Dean get it all out of his system. If it meant that he blew his top, so be it. "We've had this discussion before, Dean. I'm just not ready to meet anybody new yet. You have to understand and respect that. I'll know when I meet the right woman and the time is right."

"I just don't understand you sometimes, Sam." Dean threw his sunglasses into the console near the gearshift. "Sometimes I wonder if you were adopted. We are as different as night and day." 

Sam hung his head at the stinging comment by his brother. "So are we cool now?" He replied putting on his seatbelt.

"Yeah." Dean cocked his head to one side. "I guess I have been a little pushy lately. I'll try to respect your wishes from now on about the ladies."

"Thanks." Sam smiled as Dean started the Impala and put it into gear. 

"But I still want to see a copy of your birth certificate." Dean looked over, giving Sam a teasing smirk. "Oh, and you don't need to stop for any maxi pads or anything before we leave town, do you?"

"No, I think I'm good." Sam rolled his eyes. 

"Hey, do you still have those panties Karen gave you?" Dean asked as they reached the outskirts of the small town. 

Sam had totally forgotten about the panties in his front shirt pocket. "Yeah, I've still got 'em. I didn't want to throw them in the trash right in front of her!" He reached inside his shirt pocket and pulled out a pair of white thong panties with multi-colored polka dots.

"Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch!" Dean laughed when he saw the underwear. "You were right! How did you know what color of panties she was wearing? If you have x-ray vision I want in on that! I take back every bad thing I've ever said about you. There may be hope for you yet, Sammy!"

"Lucky guess?" Sam smiled a crooked smile as he held the panties up by the piece of paper Karen had written her number on. 

"For heaven sakes Sam, those panties won't bite you!" Dean teased, noticing how gingerly he held the panties. "Have you at least sniffed 'em yet?"

Sam looked over at Dean, giving him a disgusted look. "Dean, that's disgusting!"

"You are unbelievable!" Dean rubbed one hand over his own scruffy chin. "Why do you think she gave you those panties in the first place. C'mon Sam!"

Sam's face flushed a little. "Well, I don't want 'em. Or this number either."

"You are totally hopeless!" Dean laughed. "Open up the glove compartment and throw 'em in there with the rest."

Sam gave Dean a puzzled look and opened the glove compartment. When the small door fell open, hundreds of panties came tumbling out. Sam quickly gathered them off his lap with the new addition of Karen's and shoved the door closed.

"That's my version of a little black book." Dean smiled wickedly. "Where's that number?"

Sam was so shocked by the underwear collection, he just handed him the piece of paper with Karen's number on it without a word. 

"Hey, what did you mean back at the coffee shop that we have bigger things to worry about?" Dean asked, shoving the piece of paper into his shirt pocket for safe keeping.

"Oh yeah." Sam piped up, remembering an email he had gotten from Bobby Singer, a long time family friend. "I'm glad you reminded me!" He said, reaching into the backseat and retrieving the laptop. 

"Yeah well, panties can be very distracting." Dean laughed as he watched Sam peck away at the keys, opening the email. "But not as distracting as what's in the panties." Dean's thoughts drifted back to the cute blonde barista at the coffee shop.

"Bobby emailed because our cell phones weren't getting a signal. He wanted us to know that we received a letter from the courthouse in Kansas." Sam said quickly. "Someone requested to have the land resurveyed where Grandpa and Grandma Winchester's old homestead is."

"What does that have to do with us?" Dean said, turning his attention back to the road.

"According to Bobby." Sam scanned the email. "Since we are the beneficiaries of the land, we have to be notified that the people that own the land adjacent to ours are trying to contest the boundary lines. Bobby said he would FedEx the letter over to Gramps' house."

"Well, I guess we're heading back home, Sammy." Dean said reaching for his sunglasses and sliding them on his handsome face.

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It was early afternoon when the brothers reached the outskirts of Lawrence, Kansas where they had grew up. Both brothers sat in silence as the sign declaring "Welcome to Kansas" whizzed by in a blur. The sign reading "Lawrence 2 mi." glared at them in the distance.

"So do you wanna go out there or not?" Dean looked out the driver's side window, then turned his attention back to the road. He knew his brother knew exactly where he was talking about.

Sam turned to look at Dean. "Yeah, I think we should before we settle in for the night at Gramps' place. It would be kinda bad if we didn't at least ride by there."

"Agreed." Dean replied, then turned the radio up full blast.

For the next two miles they let the blaring rock music fill the car. Sam knew this was Dean's way of telling him that he didn't want to talk about it. 

Neither brother wanted to even bring up the painful memories of what had happened over 22 years ago. 

When Dean made the turn to head up the road to their childhood home, Sam felt his stomach drop a little. Dean turned the radio off as he saw the old house looming in the distance. The house had been rebuilt since the fire, and someone else was living in it now.

Dean stopped the car just short of the mailbox, parking along the curb. Both brothers sat in silence as a flood of memories came rushing back. The only sound that penetrated the humid air was the growling of the idling Impala. 

"So, you ready to head on over to Gramps' place and maybe get some grub, bro?" Dean choked out. Sam looked over to catch Dean making a quick swipe across his cheek. Sam felt several tears building up in his eyes too. 

"Yeah, let's go." Sam replied, quickly wiping his own eyes.

"The people that live here now might think we're stalkers and call the cops on us." Dean laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "And that's the last thing we need."

"Yeah." Sam smiled. "They're probably dialing 911 as we speak."

The brothers rode on in silence for several miles until the old farmhouse where their grandparents had spent many years of their life came into the distance. The old ranch style house was a bit run down, but still in good shape. Sam and Dean's grandparents had left them the house and land in their will. 

"This place sure brings back a lot of memories, huh Dean?" Sam asked as they crossed the one lane wooden bridge that carried them over a small stream. The bridge was the only way to gain access to the house unless you crossed onto the neighbor's land.

"Yeah, it sure does." Dean smiled as the old bridge creaked, and the loose boards strained under the weight of their car.

"It's a miracle this old bridge has held up all these years." Sam laughed, hanging his head out the window. He noticed how the boards slightly raised up as they rolled slowly along.

"This old bridge barely survived us!" Dean laughed. "Remember when we rode our dirt bikes across the bridge trying to see who could knock the most boards into the water?"

"Yeah, Dad was so pissed at us! He and Gramps spent a lot of hours fishing loose boards outta that stream! But I don't think Gramps minded it too much. He just laughed about it."

"I sure miss the old guy, and Grandma too." Dean replied as he pulled the Impala up the winding driveway and stopped in front of the old house where they had spent a lot of their childhood.

"Me too." Sam sighed, feeling a rush of nostalgia. "I can almost hear Grandma yelling for us to come into the kitchen for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She was always trying to fatten us up."

"You didn't need fattening up, Pudgy." Dean snickered as he put the car in gear, taking off his sunglasses.

"I had a thyroid condition until I hit puberty." Sam snapped back. 

"Oh, you've finally hit puberty?" Dean replied getting out of the car, then bent down to smirk at Sam. "I hadn't noticed. You still act like girls have cooties!"

"Bite me jerk!" Sam huffed as he opened the passenger's side door and got out, slamming the door.

"Whatever bitch!" Dean shut his door and stretched. "All this talk of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches has made me even hungrier! But I could really go for some pie right about now!"

"I could go for a juicy double cheeseburger and fries myself." Sam said, squinting from the bright sun as he scanned the front porch and doorway for the envelope Bobby was supposed to send.

"Let's go inside and see if there's anything we can eat in the cupboards." Dean said as the two brothers approached the house.

"Here's the letter." Sam bent over to pick up the white FedEx envelope the carrier had left against the front door. He quickly tore it open as Dean reached behind one of the posts on the front porch and retrieved the front door key.


Supernatural: Watch Over Me Ch. 01



"So college boy, what does it say?" Dean asked, turning the old rusty key in the lock, opening the door.

"There's a lot of paperwork here." Sam replied, following Dean into the house. "According to this, Jesse and Nicky Remington own the adjacent land to ours and they are contesting the boundary lines."

"Remington?" Dean cocked one eyebrow. 

"You know two guys named Remington?" Sam asked as he spread the paperwork out on the dusty kitchen table.

"No, I just think it's kinda weird that our last name is Winchester and their's is Remington, that's all. Winchester is a better gun anyway."

"Let's just hope that it doesn't turn into the Hatfields and McCoys over this land." Sam looked up from the papers. "If the surveyor is right, they could take over half our land."

"How can that be?" Dean asked, opening cabinets and drawers looking for food. "This land has been in our family for generations and nobody has ever questioned the boundary lines before."

"Back in the old days boundary lines were estimated. Now surveyors have more high-tech equipment like GPS."

"So what do we need to do?" Dean asked, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Do we need to get our land resurveyed? I'd hate for half this land to go to them after Gramps worked hard all his life to pay for it."

"Yeah, I know." Sam propped up on one elbow. "We could always go talk to them."

"Yeah, right!" Dean scoffed. "If they've gone to all the trouble of hiring a surveyor and serving us with papers, I think they're pretty serious about fighting us for this land."

"It would be worth a try, Dean. Maybe we could work out a deal." Sam said as he went to the kitchen window, looking out at all the gorgeous land they could possibly lose.

"Let's talk about it later. I can't think on an empty stomach anyway." Dean replied as he finally found a box of macaroni and cheese in the back of a cabinet. It was probably left behind by Bobby when he was on one of his annual hunting trips he often took there at the Winchester house. "Bobby comes through again! Yes! Let's eat bro!"

"How old is that mac n cheese?" Sam turned his nose up when Dean knocked a thick layer of dust off the top of the box.

"It doesn't expire until next month! Geez!" Dean rolled his eyes. "Hey, it's either this or tree bark!"

"Ok, whatever. We don't have much of a choice until morning anyway." Sam said as he found a metal bowl and filled it with water to boil the macaroni noodles in. The house didn't have a microwave, so they realized they had to cook all their meals on the electric stove.

After a very light meal of just macaroni and cheese and water to drink, the two brothers stepped out onto the porch and took in the summer air. It was late afternoon now, and the humidity of the day was slightly starting to cool. 

"Man, it's nice out here." Dean said as he sat down on the top step of the porch. "I had forgotten how great the summers are here."

"It sure is." Sam said sitting down across from him on the porch. He slowly closed his eyes, resting there with his head against a post.

Suddenly Dean started sniffing the air. "Hey Sammy!" Dean stood up quickly. "Do you smell that?"

Sam opened one eye. "Dean, I told you to stop eating cheese if it doesn't agree with your stomach!" 

"No dumbass!" Dean hit him in the back of the head with his hand. "I smell a charcoal grill!"

"So? Somebody's having a cookout." Sam rubbed the back of his head. 

"No duh, genius! That means there's food cookin' on that grill. And by the smell of it, it's nearby! I think I detect a cherry pie cooling on a windowsill also!"

"My brother the bloodhound." Sam laughed as he watched Dean briskly walk out to the car. "If it's women or food, he'll find it!"

Dean returned to the porch with binoculars in hand. "I'm gonna find out where those delicious smells are coming from!"

"Uh, yeah. Ok. Whatever floats your boat, bro!" Sam closed his eyes again.

Dean went to the end of the porch and scanned the tree tops looking for smoke from the grill. Not seeing anything, he went into the house. Sam could hear him going from room to room and window to window searching for the source of the food.

Growing tired of sitting on the hard wooden porch, Sam went inside to find Dean at the living room window staring intently through the binoculars. 

"Find the food yet, Great White Hunter?" Sam said sarcastically, standing behind his brother. 

"Yeah, I found it alright." Dean licked his lips, not taking his eyes away from the binocular lens. 

Sam went to stand at the window. "So where's the cookout at?"

"Take a look for yourself." Dean smirked, handing the binoculars over to him.

Sam gave Dean a puzzled look and took the binoculars from him. Putting the lens up to his eyes, he focused in to see two very attractive women standing over a grill. If they looked this good from a distance, Sam was anxious to find out what they looked like up close. "Ohhh, now I see what you were staring at! We have some awesome neighbors!"

"Damn right we do!" Dean snatched the binoculars from him, looking through them again. "I knew these binoculars would come in handy one day. And to think you laughed at me when I bought them at that Army surplus store. Humph!"

"Wonder who they are?" Sam asked, squinting toward the wooded area where the gray smoke circled the tree tops. "Hey, I wonder if they are the girlfriends or wives of the Remington brothers."

"I dunno." Dean shrugged. "Hey Sam, what do the letters cu, ti, and a musical note mean?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" 

"Maybe it's some sort of code or something. Look through these again and tell me what that means." Dean said, handing the binoculars to him again.

Sam grabbed the binoculars once more from his brother. Looking through the lens, he focused in to see the ass of the blonde woman. She was bent over putting more charcoal into the grill. Written across the back of her shorts was "CuTi" and the mathematical symbol for pi. Sam couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What the hell is so funny?" Dean scowled. "That's not a guy in drag is it?"

"No Dean." Sam grinned, shoving the binoculars into Dean's chest. 

"Well?" Dean asked, following him into the kitchen. "What does all that gibberish mean that's on her shorts?"

Sam sat down at the kitchen table, propping his feet up. "Who's the clueless one now?"

"Dammit, if you don't tell me I'm gonna kick your ass!" Dean yelled.

"You should've paid more attention in biology and math class." Sam teased, knowing this was really getting to his brother.

"What the hell does high school have to do with this?" Dean frowned. "Now c'mon, quit playing around and tell me!"

"Ok, ok!" Sam laughed. "Her shorts say Cutie Pie."

"How the hell do you get Cutie Pie out of that?" Dean asked, puzzled. He didn't get it.

Sam realized he'd have to spell it out for his brother. "Ok, pay attention." He teased. "Cu is the abbreviation for copper, and Ti is for titanium on the periodic table of the elements. And that funky symbol is the mathematical symbol for pi. Put it all together you get Cutie Pie."

"You're making that up." Dean scoffed.

"No I'm not!" Sam protested. "I can go get the laptop and look it up for you if you think I'm lying!"

"No, no. I believe you. That's way too nerdy even for you to make up. Why in the hell didn't they just say Cutie Pie like normal people instead of all that confusing stuff?"

"It's a play on words. She must be a science and math buff."

"That's all I need is to be out in the boondocks surrounded by nerds!" Dean laughed. "But I was right...I did smell pie!"

Sam's face dropped. "Just when I was enjoying sharing an intellectual moment with you, you turn it into something dirty!"

"Hey, what can I say." Dean smiled wickedly. "I like pie! What do you say we pay our new neighbors a visit and see if they have any extra burgers?"

"Sure, why not. That mac n cheese didn't fill me up at all." Sam frowned.

"C'mon then." Dean motioned for him at the front door. "I'm still hungry too!"

The two brothers jumped into the Impala and headed a short distance down the road to the next gravel driveway that led up to their next door neighbor's house. A huge two story farmhouse welcomed them as Dean pulled the Impala behind a mint condition 1967 Chevy Camaro. 

"That's a sweet ride!" Dean whistled as he got out of his car and shut the door. He made a beeline to the Camaro like a moth to a flame.

Sam got out and propped up against the front fender of their car. "Do you two need to get a room?"

"This car is completely badass!" Dean grinned like a kid on Christmas morning as he looked through the driver's side window. 

"I wonder if they heard us pull up?" Sam looked toward the front door of the house watching for any movement.

"I dunno, but they definitely have good taste in cars!" Dean drooled.

"They are probably around back where the grill is. But I'll go knock on the front door first to see if anybody is inside." 

"Huh? Oh, ok bro." Dean said, rubbing the top of the candy apple red Camaro. "I'll wait right here for you."

"Don't drool on that paint job too much." Sam laughed. "Whoever owns that car will be so mad!"

As Dean continued to look the vintage car over from top to bottom, Sam just shook his head and walked toward the front door. Stepping onto the front porch, he knocked heavily on the wooden door. Waiting several seconds, he knocked again. When nobody came to the door, he spun around and headed back to join Dean in the driveway.

"Did the horny housewife not come to the door because she doesn't like nerds?" Dean looked up as Sam stood beside him.

"Ha ha!" Sam said sarcastically. "Maybe we should just forget it and go on back to the house. We are trespassing after all."

"Don't be such a wuss!" Dean protested. "Those women we saw earlier are here somewhere. They wouldn't leave a grill burning. C'mon let's check the backyard."

"Yes mother." Sam mumbled as he followed Dean around the side of the big house. 

In the backyard the grill still smoked, sending delicious smells into the air and into the brother's noses. A big wooden picnic table covered with a brightly colored tablecloth set with colorful plates and cups invited them into the yard.

"See, they were expecting us Sammy!" Dean said as he raised the domed lid of the charcoal grill. 

"I still don't feel right about this." Sam frowned, watching the back door for the women. 

Suddenly the sound of a gun being cocked shattered the smoke filled air. 

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked, snapping his head over to look at Sam.

Sam just shrugged his shoulders as a voice answered from behind them. 

"Hold it right there. Don't either of you move a muscle!"

Dean and Sam simultaneously raised their hands up in the air like they were being arrested. They both realized it was a female voice, and concluded it was one of the hot women they had spied on earlier.

"What the hell are you two doing in my backyard?" The voice hissed. 

"Well, Miss-" Dean started to turn around to face her.

"Did I tell you to turn around? Explain yourselves!" She abruptly cut him off, shoving the barrel of the gun into his back.

Dean kept on facing forward as he glanced over at Sam. He motioned with his eyes as a signal for Sam to use his puppy dog eyes on her. Dean knew women were a sucker for Sam's deep hazel eyes, and he figured this female would be no different.

Making a protesting face, Sam huffed, then replied. "Sorry to intrude on you Miss. We were looking for Jesse and Nicky Remington to settle up some business."

"What do you want with Jesse and Nicky?" She used the barrel of the gun to spin Sam around to face her. "Who are you two?"

Sam turned to see the hot blonde that had on the "Cutie Pie" shorts - the woman Dean had been salivating over earlier. She was gorgeous, and he knew Dean would be very attracted to her when he finally got a close up look.

She had bleached-blonde shoulder length hair that was cut in layers, and dark blue eyes that were framed with long black eyelashes. She had a very toned tight body, and he noticed her arms were very toned and muscular for a woman. The pink short shorts really complimented her long legs, and she wore a black AC/DC t-shirt that looked like it was one size too small. 

"Dean's really gonna dig her." Sam thought to himself as soon as he saw the AC/DC shirt she was wearing. 

"I asked you a question, bean pole!" The woman pointed the gun toward the taller brother again.

"Would you tame this shrew already!" Dean whispered through clenched teeth, his hands still in the air.

"Look," Sam looked at her with his hypnotizing puppy eyes. "We didn't mean any harm coming onto your property unannounced. I knocked on the front door and nobody answered. We saw the smoke from the grill, and figured someone was back here."

The woman's hostile demeanor seemed to ease slightly when she looked into Sam's soft hazel eyes. Her intuition told her that he was being sincere, so she lowered the gun, powerless against his cute puppy eyes. "That still doesn't answer my question of who are you?"

Dean took a chance and slowly turned around to see who had been pointing the gun at his back. He was dying to see the face that matched that sexy voice that filled his ears. When his eyes met the almond-shaped blue eyes of the woman, he felt his mouth suddenly go dry. She was absolutely gorgeous and he liked the way she filled out her t -shirt. 

Sam opened his mouth to answer her question only to be cut off by Dean. "Let me handle this Sammy." Dean blurted out, looking her up and down, settling on her buxom chest. "Hey, I'm Dean Winchester and this is my baby brother Sam."

"My eyes are up here, jerk!" She said, irritated. 

"My bad." Dean smiled wickedly, finally looking her in the eye. "What's your name?"

"So you're the Winchesters from next door, huh?" She said, clicking the safety on the rifle. She was instantly attracted to Dean, it was unmistakable. His short, dark spiky hair and alluring green eyes just drew her in. His broad chest and muscular arms were also very sexy. She could feel herself becoming very wet the more she took him in. He was the classic bad boy, and she intended to stay as far away from him as possible. 

Sam took a seat at the picnic table and watched the two exchange banter. "Oh this is gonna be good!" He thought to himself as their body language spoke volumes of their instant attraction to each other. 

"You never told us your name, sweetheart." Dean replied, sensing her resistance to his charms.

"First of all," She snapped. "I'm not your sweetheart, your honey, or your baby. Got it!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Dean smiled smugly. "Man, she's spunky! I love spunky women!" He thought to himself, getting more turned on by the second. His cock was already fully erect and he felt like he could explode at any moment.

She turned to look at Sam. "How in the hell can you two be brothers? You seem so sweet. Your brother is an asshole - please tell me he's adopted."

Sam laughed out loud. "I wonder that sometimes myself. So, what's your name?" He could feel Dean's eyes burning through him, but Sam didn't care. He found this woman hilarious!

"You already know my name." She revealed. "I'm Jessi Remington."

"Oh, we just assumed that Jesse was a guy's name." Sam said looking over at Dean who still fumed. 

"Yeah, the geniuses at the courthouse spelled my name wrong on the documents. It's Jessi with an i. My sister is Nikki - also with an i."

"Can I check those burgers for ya?" Dean piped up, noticing the smoke had changed from light gray to dark black. 

"Sure hot shot." Jessi said flatly. "Knock yourself out."

Dean went over to the grill and opened the lid. The hamburgers were done and they smelled delicious. "Can you hand me a plate?" He asked Jessi quickly. "The burgers are done."

Jessi gingerly propped the gun against the table and reached to get a glass platter. She then went to stand beside Dean and held the platter so he could use the flipper to put the burgers on the plate. Dean took in the smell of her between bursts of black charcoal smoke. She smelled really nice; like a mixture of roses and lavender. 

Dean stared down at her as he placed the burgers onto the platter. "Watch what you're doing dumbass!" She shrieked in his ear as he dropped a burger down into the coals.

"Dammit!" Dean yelled.

"Smooth move, x-lax!" Jessi glared up at him. "That one is yours, by the way."

Sam was sitting at the picnic table enjoying the show. "They want each other - it is so obvious." He thought to himself as he felt something wet against his short sleeved arm. Pulling his arm back, he looked down to see a big golden retriever at his side. "Hey boy, where'd you come from?"

"Atom!" A female voice yelled from behind him. "Leave that guy alone! Come here, boy!"

Sam turned to see a gorgeous woman with long, dark hair that was put up in a loose bun on top of her head. Wild tendrils framed her pretty face, and dark blue eyes smiled back at him from behind small square-framed glasses.

"Wow!" Sam thought to himself, sucking in his breath just by the mere sight of her. She was average height, but still considered short compared to him. The white thigh length shorts she wore really didn't compliment her legs, and he wondered what the rest of her legs looked like under the fabric. The pink t-shirt she wore did show off her cute figure, though. She had a peaches and cream complexion, which made her blue eyes really pop from behind those glasses.

"I'm really sorry about my dog." She replied, walking closer to where Sam was sitting with Atom at his side. The dog rolled and rubbed up against Sam's arms and legs begging to be petted.

"It's fine, really." Sam smiled, locking eyes with her. "I love dogs." He could feel his cock beginning to get hard as he sat there admiring her.

"He seems to like you too." She laughed, sitting down beside of Sam. When he turned his head to look down to pet the dog, she took a quick glance, looking him over from head to toe. "Damn, he's hot!" She thought to herself as she continued to stare at him. He had broad shoulders and finely chiseled features complete with killer dimples when he smiled. And those hazel eyes were so deep and soft she feared she could get lost in them - if she let herself. When he looked back at her, she turned her head to look down at the dog. "Atom doesn't like just anybody, believe me!"

When she looked down, he took a quick glance looking her over. She was even prettier up close. She looked to be about his age, maybe a year or two younger. He took in the closeness of her body to his, and he noticed how she filled out her t-shirt very nicely. Looking closely, he noticed that her shirt had elements from the periodic table written on it. 

"Your dog's name is Atom? That's an unusual name." He said, petting the dog on the head again. 

"Yeah, I'm a science nut." She smiled, looking shyly over at him. "My name is Nikki Remington, by the way."

"I figured you liked science when I saw your t-shirt." He smiled back, locking eyes with her again. 

"So do you have a name?" Nikki blushed after several seconds of awkward silence had went by. 

When Sam realized that he was staring, he blushed. "Oh...I'm Sam. Sam Winchester."

"Nice to meet you Sam Winchester." She smiled, extending her small hand. 

"Nice to meet you Nikki Remington." He extended his hand to clasp hers in his. Both their hands were sweaty from nervousness, and they shook hands, laughing nervously. The chemistry was so obvious between them, and Sam could feel his cock begin to get painfully rock hard just being next to her.

"So you like my shirt?" She looked down at her shirt, changing the subject quickly. "Most people don't get it."




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"I like what's in the shirt." He thought to himself. "I get it. It spells out Nerdy. N for nitrogen, Er for Erbium, and Dy for Dysprosium."

"Very good! You know your elements." She smiled brightly. "Are you into science?" She could tell he was a very intelligent guy and she found that so sexy. Hot, intelligent guys made her so wet, and Sam was definitely having that affect on her.

"Nobody can be into science as much as you!" Jessi blurted out where she still stood at the grill with Dean. "If it was a man you'd screw it! But on second thought, we don't need any more nerds to reproduce!"

Dean turned to look at Jessi. "She took the words right outta my mouth! I think I love this woman!" He thought to himself.

"Whatever!" Nikki waved off her older sister. "She's just jealous that I use my head for more than a hat rack."

"Oh, real original nerd girl!" Jessi scoffed as she watched Dean put some hot dogs on the grill.

"So what do you do for a living Sam?" Nikki turned her body away from her sister to face him, folding her knees in front of her on the picnic bench. She was fascinated by him with his honey-colored hair and deep hazel eyes. She wanted to know all about him.

He noticed how she turned toward him and moved slightly closer. A slight blush spread across his face as he fumbled for the words to tell her what he did for a living. He sure couldn't tell her that he hunted demons and ghosts. "Well, I..uh. That is, I-"

Dean cleared his throat to get Sam's attention. He knew that his brother was about to spill the beans about what they really did for a living to this gorgeous woman. Sam finally looked up to meet his brother's gaze, but the words didn't form in his mouth. Nikki had him all tongue tied.

"Sam doesn't want to brag." Dean spoke up. "But he was studying to become a lawyer."

Sam gave Dean a relieved look. He knew his quick thinking older brother would come through. 

"A lawyer! Wow!" Nikki smiled, propping her head up on one bent arm. She was really intrigued by him now. "Where did you go to school?"

"Stanford." Sam stretched his arm out on the table parallel to her bent elbow. "I was about to go on a law school interview when family business came up."

"That's sooo cool!" Nikki stared into his eyes. When she realized that she was staring a little too long, she blushed and looked away quickly.

"So what do you do for a living?" Sam asked, lightly touching her elbow. 

She looked up to meet his gaze again. Her blue eyes scanned his handsome face, and she could feel the butterflies in her stomach flutter by his light and unexpected touch. "I work part-time in the biology lab at Kansas University. My major is biology, with a minor in computer programming."

"How do you have time for all that?" His mouth dropped.

"The girl hasn't been laid in years, so she has nothing but time!" Jessi blurted out as she helped Dean get the hot dogs off the grill. "As a matter of fact she's..." Jessi's sentence seemed to trail off.

Nikki turned and gave her older sister a look that could kill. Nikki turned to look at Sam with tears forming in her eyes. "Excuse me." She quickly stood up and ran across the patio and through the back door. 

"Was it something I said?" Jessi laughed as she and Dean brought the food over to the table where Sam sat. "I guess the truth hurts."

"Shouldn't someone go see if she's ok?" Sam asked, glancing toward the back door where Nikki had disappeared through. 

"Nah." Jessi scoffed. "She's just very sensitive. She'll be ok in a little while. She just needs some time to brood."

"Yeah, I know what that's like." Dean looked straight at Sam. "Those brooding types can be mentally draining."

"I'm gonna go see if I can find her." Sam frowned at Dean and Jessi as they sat down to eat. "You know, you two are just alike! You are truly made for each other!" He said as he stood up and went through the back door.

To Be Continued



Supernatural: Watch Over Me Ch. 02



The characters of Dean and Sam Winchester are from the TV series Supernatural and are owned by Eric Kripke and the CW Network. Here's the second chapter, and I hope you are enjoying the storyline so far! 

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"What was that all about?" Jessi looked across the table at Dean.

"Ignore him. Sam and I have a volatile relationship just like you and Nikki seem to." He said as he put a slice of tomato on his hamburger.

"Your brother seems to be crushing on my little sis." She smiled slyly between bites of her hot dog. "They look cute together, but don't tell Nikki I said that."

"Yeah, I'm glad Sam has met someone he seems to have something in common with." He smiled back at her, taking a big bite of his burger. 

"Yeah, well." She replied, wiping her lips with a napkin. "I guess nerds need love too."

Dean laughed. "Yeah, to be honest I think it's been a while since Sammy has gotten laid too. But don't tell your sister that, she'll think he's some sort of sex maniac if he touches her again."

Jessi laughed at his comment, but she was secretly undressing him with her eyes. "I bet it hasn't even been 24 hours since you've gotten laid, you hottie!" She thought to herself. "Man, I bet you are a tiger in the sack."

"So what's your story?" He asked as he picked up a hot dog from the plate with a fork. 

"That's none of your business!" She said defensively, wondering if he was actually asking how long it had been since she'd gotten laid.

Dean noticed her sudden change in demeanor. "Oh no! No! No! I didn't mean that! I meant what do you do for a living!"

"Oh!" She laughed. "I work here on the farm. I had to since both our parents were killed in a car accident when I was twenty. I stayed here and took care of the place so Nikki could go off to college."

"I know all about sacrifice." He replied, glancing toward the door where Sam had went to look for Nikki. "I've been looking out for Sam since we were little kids. I'm all he's got."

Jessi could sense that Dean really cared for his brother even through they seemed to have their ups and downs. There for a split second she saw his hard, bad boy exterior crack a little.

"So what do you do for a living?" She asked, interested. She was totally spellbound by him, and was dying to know more about him even though her inner voice kept telling her not to get too involved. 

Dean looked up to meet her gaze. He sure couldn't tell her that he hunts demons and ghosts for a living. She would think he was crazy and run the other way, then he'd never get in her pants. And getting into her pants was all he could think about right now.

"It's not that hard of a question." She laughed, noticing how he hesitated at her simple question. "You're not an ax murderer or serial killer are ya?"

"Nah." Dean smiled a big smile. "Actually I'm a bounty hunter. I'm between jobs right now, and Sammy is taking a break from school. Then this land issue came up, so here we are." He sat there pleased with himself; he didn't really lie to her, he just didn't say what he hunted.

"Bounty hunter, huh?" Jessi eyed him more closely. She couldn't tell if he was shooting her a bunch of bull, or if he really was an actual bounty hunter. Either way she found him even more intriguing and sexy now. 

She had pushed the land dispute issue to the back of her mind, but had not let herself forget entirely about it. Anytime a problem came up that affected her or her baby sister, Jessi liked to size up her competition and look for their weaknesses. She made a mental note that Sam was definitely Dean's weakness. If this guy was a real bounty hunter like he claimed to be, that meant that he was one tough customer and was prepared for anything. He didn't seem like the vigilante type though, but more like he did his hunting for a purpose and not just for monetary reasons.

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Sam quickly made his way through the old farm house. He had no idea where he was going, or if he was even heading in the right direction to find Nikki. All he knew for sure was that she was upset and he had to find her to make sure she was ok. Passing by the large living room, he suddenly had a very sharp pain in the side of his temple.

"What the hell!" He said out loud as he grabbed onto the wall to steady himself against the sudden burst of pain. Looking into the dark living room, he had a sudden feeling of fear wash over him. Quickly shaking the feeling off and figuring it was just hunger pangs causing his sudden headache, he moved toward the front door.

As he stepped out onto the front porch, Atom brushed by in a flash of golden fur. Sam jumped as the dog walked two steps in front of him and looked back. He had the feeling the dog was trying to tell him where Nikki was.

"Do you know where Nikki is, boy?" He walked up to the dog, petting him on the head. "Take me to her!"

Atom barked as if to say "yes" and then jumped off the porch. Sam ran down the steps so he could keep up with his new four-legged friend. Atom led him down a small hill and stopped short of a field of wildflowers. There in the very center sat Nikki with her back toward the house.

"Thanks boy." Sam rubbed Atom's head and back vigorously. The dog held his left paw in the air and Sam shook it and laughed. "I'll take it from here."

Nikki sat in the middle of the colorful field with her head in her hands. Sam noticed that she had her laptop beside her, but it was closed. As he walked closer, a slight breeze swayed the flowers. They moved as if to motion him to come closer. Over the warm breeze he could hear her quietly sobbing, and he felt his heart drop.

"Is this a private party or can anybody join in?" He asked, standing a few feet behind her. If she wanted to be alone he didn't want to intrude and get too close. He decided he would leave if she wanted some time to herself.

"You can come sit with me if you want." Nikki turned slightly so Sam could only see the side of her face. She quickly wiped tears from her cheeks as he waded through the wildflowers to sit in the small clearing beside her. Her face was very red from crying, and Sam felt a pang of sadness for her.

"I brought you a peace offering." He said as he sat down on the cool ground beside her. 

"But you didn't do anything." Nikki looked at him with swollen eyes. 

"I know, but I'm sure your sister wants to apologize. Just think of this as a pre-apology. Here, this is for you." He took a bunch of daisies out from behind his back that he had picked when he was walking through the field.

Nikki felt her heart flutter. "That is so sweet!" She smiled, taking the bouquet from him. "How did you know that I like daisies out of all these flowers in this field?"

"I saw the daisy stickers on your laptop." He pointed at her laptop covered with dozens of colorful stickers. "I have that same laptop, by the way. Only without the daisies."

She laughed. "Yeah, I would be kinda worried if you did."

"That's what I like to see...a smile!" He said as he stared into her eyes. "You are way too pretty to be crying." He slowly reached up and moved a stray piece of hair that was stuck behind her glasses.

"I don't know about that." She said, wiping a leftover tear from a damp cheek. "I probably look hideous right now. You are just being nice."

"No I'm not." He said softly, tracing the outline of her cheek with his hand. She shyly looked away as she could feel his hazel eyes burning into her. Just from his touch she could feel the electricity running through her whole body. Sam could feel his heart start to race as soon as he touched her soft skin. His cock began to get very hard again as he let his long fingers linger against her tear-stained face. 

She didn't dare look into his eyes; Nikki feared what she would see there in their beautiful depths. She just couldn't take the risk of falling for someone again so hard that she totally lost her heart in the process. 

"Look at me." He whispered as he gently tilted her chin up with his fingers. She had no choice but to look into his eyes. He didn't have to utter a word; Nikki could see the love and caring he felt for her.

As he moved closer, she could feel her heart beating hard against her chest. Feeling panicked, she quickly leaned over to the side and picked up her laptop. Sam stopped in mid-kiss and just sat there shocked. He drew back looking at her as she fumbled to open her laptop. He had to smile at her shyness. 

"I'll get that kiss sooner or later, beautiful." He thought to himself as he watched her pretend to be interested in what was on the computer screen.

"Did I show you my website?" She asked, avoiding his smoldering gaze. She tried to act like nothing had just happened, and she hoped he would follow suit.

"No, you didn't." He said playing along with her. "You have your own website? That is so cool!"

"Thanks. It's a biology website - of course." She replied. "Wanna see?"

"I've got a biology lesson going on right here." He thought to himself, but he figured he'd better cool it. "Sure, I'd love to see your website."

She moved the laptop so it sat partially in both their laps. He propped up on one long arm, putting it behind her and leaned in slightly until she could feel his hot breath on her damp cheek. "Can you move it a little to the left? The screen is glaring." He pretended to squint at the screeen.

"Oh, sure." Nikki tilted the screen. "How's that?"

All of the sudden Atom came leaping out of the tall wildflowers chasing a rabbit. Nikki and Sam both burst into laughter, lightening the intense mood a little. But Atom clumsily lost his footing and plowed right into Nikki, in turn pushing her into Sam. 

Nikki landed hard against Sam's chest. Feeling the impact, he sat up straight and caught her with both his hands. For several seconds they sat there staring deeply into each other's eyes surprised by the sudden closeness. 

Nikki's eyes searched his, resulting in an intense blush spreading across her already blotchy face. Sam couldn't stand it any longer. Moving swiftly, his lips met hers in a sweet, slow kiss. He surprised himself by his own brazen move, after all he had just met this girl less than an hour ago. But something inside him wanted her and he knew what he felt was very real.

At first she raised one hand to protest but as the kiss intensified, resistance was drown out by the pleasure he was giving to her. His hand slowly moved up one arm and behind her neck pulling her even closer. Nikki moaned in pleasure as she could feel herself becoming incredibly wet. 

Sam relished in the feel of her soft lips against his. His cock was painfully straining against his blue jeans at this point. He could feel her shudder under his kisses, making him want to hold onto her even more. When he felt her slide one small hand under his t-shirt, he sucked in his breath. 

His chest was hairless and oh so firm. Searching lower, she slowly ran her hand over his six pack abs and he felt her fingers tremble. "Nikki." He reluctantly broke the kiss and whispered in her ear. 

Her eyes snapped open. "What the hell am I doing!" She thought to herself moving away from him. She was breathing heavily and couldn't help but notice his full erection outlined against his jeans.

"Are you hungry? I am. Let's go see if there are any burgers left. Ok?" She stammered, quickly gathering up her flowers and laptop.

"I'm hungry alright." He thought to himself with a smirk, remembering the passionate kiss they exchanged. He quickly scrambled onto his feet, following her up the hill toward the backyard.

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Dean and Jessi had made their way from the backyard and into the living room. "Can you hold the food while I put this rifle back?" She asked as she balanced the gun in one hand and a plate of food in the other.

"Sure." Dean replied, taking the plate from her and watching her move from the doorway to the huge stone fireplace in the center of the room. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she placed the rifle back on the rack above the fireplace.

"Nice piece, cutie pie." He teased, staring right at her ass as she stretched and strained to put the gun securely back onto the pegs.

"What did you say to me?" She turned and gave him a hateful look.

"I was talking about the gun, honest!" He held up one hand when he saw that she was beginning to get insulted by the innuendo. 

"Um, yeah. Okkk." She rolled her eyes, turning back to make sure the gun was secure. "Why did you call me cutie pie?"

"Your shorts say cutie pie." He laughed. 

"Oh, is that what they say? That's been bugging the hell outta me trying to figure that out! Nikki gave me these shorts, so I put 'em on because she was coming in from school today."

"If I haven't told you, I really like pie." He smirked, checking out her ass even more. "Do you have any you can give me?"

"If you're a good boy you may get some." She replied, not being able to resist playing along with him. "But for now let's go try to find our nerds and feed 'em."

Dean followed her out onto the front porch to find Sam and Nikki. Jessi had some hamburgers and hot dogs on a plastic plate for them covered with plastic wrap. "I need to make sure my little sis eats, she gets really bad headaches." 

Dean smiled at the effort she was putting forth in making up with her sister. "Yeah, if Sammy doesn't eat he gets cranky. And there's nothing worse than a cranky nerd."

They both scanned the yard for their siblings. "Wonder where they took off to?" He asked, propping up against a post on the porch.

"They gotta be close by because I see Atom. He never goes too far away from Nikki." She said, walking over to the other side of the porch. In the distance, Jessi saw Sam and Nikki sitting in the middle of the field. "Hey Dean, I found them."

Dean walked over and stood very close behind Jessi. He took in the floral scent of her hair and longed to touch the curves of her body.

"Looks like Sammy is making her feel better." Dean smiled as they witnessed the kiss between their siblings.

"Your brother seems like a sensitive guy. It's no wonder Nikki has fallen for him. She can be an emotional basket case sometimes."

"I can be sensitive sometimes too." He breathed heavily in her ear. 

"Yeah, right!" She threw her head back and laughed. "Maybe when you have a rash!" When she saw Nikki with Sam in tow heading up the hill, Jessi spun around trying to move from the side of the porch before she was seen.

When she spun around, she ran right into Dean's chest. They stood there face-to-face for several seconds. Time seemed to stop as Dean's piercing green eyes stared hungrily back at her. She didn't move away nor did she move toward him. She was paralyzed by the closeness of his body to hers. 

Dean saw this as his opportunity to make his move. Lowering his head, he went in for a kiss. Sensing what he was tying to do, Jessi squeezed by him and was at the other end of the porch before he realized what had happened.

"Nikki!" She called heading down the porch steps. "I've got some food for you and Sam."

"Dammit!" Dean said to himself, bracing with both hands against the porch railing. "I'll get that kiss if it's the last thing I do, Miss Remington." His cock was fully erect by the closeness he had shared with her, and he was definitely up to the challenge of bedding her.

Nikki stopped at the top of the hill when she saw her sister coming toward her with the food in her hands. "I'm glad you saved us something. I'm starving!"

"Listen, I'm sorry for all those things I said earlier." Jessi said as she peeled the plastic wrap from the sandwiches. "Truce?"

"Truce." Nikki smiled as she took a bite of a juicy burger. 

"Hi." Sam said as he caught up to the two sisters. 

"Hi Sam. Dean and I saved you a burger and two hot dogs. He said that you usually eat at least three sandwiches." Jessi smiled, glad that he was there to comfort her sister when she needed him.

"Thanks." Sam took the plate from her, taking a big bite of his burger. "Mustard and lettuce - just the way I like it!"

"You can thank Dean." Jessi motioned toward Dean where he still stood at the end of the porch. "He knew how to fix your burger and hot dogs the way you like 'em."

"Thanks Dean!" Sam yelled, waving his burger in the air.

"Yeah, yeah!" Dean waved Sam off grumpily, turning on his heel and moving away from the porch railing. 

"Where'd the flower bouquet come from sis?" Jessi teased.

"Sam got them for me." Nikki blushed, holding the flowers up to her nose taking in their fresh scent.

"Awww, that is sooo sweet!" Jessi put her hand over her heart. 

"Talking about me?" Dean replied, walking up to stand beside Jessi.

Jessi just rolled her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the black Impala sitting near the Camaro. She had been so intent on finding her sister, she didn't even notice the classic car in her driveway.

"Is that what I think it is?" Jessi asked, wide-eyed.

"What are you talking about?" Nikki asked, looking over her sister's shoulder in the direction she was staring.

"You don't see that beautiful work of art sitting in our driveway?" Jessi squealed. "Is that your car?" She asked the brothers.

"Yeah." Dean smiled. "She's my baby."

"Can I go take a look at it?" Jessi asked him quickly.

"Sure, come on." Dean motioned for her to follow him out to the driveway. He saw this as his chance to have some more alone time with her.

When Dean and Jessi had gotten out of earshot, Nikki turned to Sam. "My sister loves classic cars. She'd marry one if it was legal."

Sam laughed. "Dean loves the Impala so much he tells it goodnight every night before he goes to bed."

"Listen Sam." She said looking into his eyes. "Thank you for everything you've done for me. You really don't know me that well, but you were there when I really needed a friend, and I appreciate that."

He felt his heart swell. "You're welcome. I really hate to see such a beautiful girl so upset. I just couldn't sit back and watch you be sad. I know how it feels to be teased until you can't take it anymore."

Nikki stood there looking at the ground, blushing. Sam fell a little deeper and deeper in love with her the more he was around her. It was very rare to find a woman that blushed anymore. Usually it was the women making him blush. 

"So anyway." He piped up after several seconds of silence. "If you ever need anything, no matter what it is, call me. I'm at the next house across the tree line, so I am really close by. Do you have a cell phone?"

"Of course! I'm a nerd, aren't I?" She smiled up at him, taking out a small pink cell phone from the pocket of her shorts.

"You're the sexiest nerd I've ever met!" He thought to himself as he waited for her to open the address book on her phone. "Ok, my number is 426-7399."

Nikki quickly punched in the numbers and saved it to her phone. When she snapped the phone closed, he looked disappointed. She noticed how his handsome face slightly dropped.

"Duh, he wants my number!" She thought to herself. Very few guys ever asked for her number, so it didn't occur to her until she saw him almost pouting. "So..." She pulled the words out slowly. "Do you want my number?"

"Sure!" He said a little too enthusiastic. "I mean, if you want to." He tried to play it off as if he didn't care either way. 

She couldn't help but laugh out loud. "He is so damn sexy!" She thought to herself with a smile. "My number is 973-2883." 

Sam quickly saved her number to his phone. "Yes! I scored her number!" He thought triumphantly to himself, feeling as if a little of Dean had rubbed off on him. "Hey, do you text?" He figured if it was really late one night he could text her if she didn't want to talk on the phone.

Nikki cocked her head to one side. "Do I text? Are you kidding me! I love to text!"




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"I think I love this woman!" Sam thought to himself. "Cool. Maybe we can text each other sometime if you don't feel like talking."

"That would be awesome." She smiled.

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Dean could barely keep up with Jessi as she briskly walked toward the Impala. When she got to the front bumper of the car, he heard her let out a big burst of air like she had been holding her breath. "Wow, this is an amazing car!"

"Thanks." Dean smiled, puffing his chest out a little. "Is that your Camaro?"

"Nah, that's Nikki's. She drove it in when she came in from school." She replied, running her hands lightly over the shiny hood of the Impala. "My baby's in the stable covered up with a thick tarp. I don't leave my car out like Nikki does."

"Damn, if this is her nerdy sister's car I can only imagine how hot Jessi's car is." He thought to himself. "So what kind of car do you have?" He asked her as she stuck her head into the driver's side window of the Impala.

"A lady never tells all her secrets." She smiled at him slyly. "Maybe one day I'll let you see it...if you've earned it." 

"Oh I'll be seeing something alright." He smiled wickedly to himself. "Do you wanna sit under the wheel?"

"Could I?" She said, almost jumping up and down for joy.

"Yeah, why not. I like to share my car with other classic car lovers." He said opening the squeaky driver's side door for her. 

Jessi could barely contain her excitement. Smiling brightly, she slowly slid under the wheel. "Ohhh yeah!" She purred, taking the wheel with both hands. Dean stood there enjoying the pleasure the Impala seemed to bring to her. He hoped he could bring her that much pleasure and more, but in a different way.

"Wanna look under the hood?" He asked, pulling the lever under the console, popping the hood latch.

"Uhhh...yeah!" She replied like that was a stupid question.

Dean went over to the front of the car and raised the hood with Jessi right on his heels. Propping the hood up with the prop rod, she noticed how his bicep strained and bulged just by the simple move. The motor of the Impala was very shiny; it looked like a brand new motor. She could tell that he really took good care of his car. 

"Let me start it up so you can really appreciate this motor." He said, quickly sliding behind the wheel and turning the key.

"You're already starting me up." She thought to herself, the image of this sexy guy with the awesome arms near this hot car burned into her memory.

With a simple turn of the key, the Impala growled to life. The sound of the motor coming to life was music to Jessi's ears. Bracing with both hands on top of the open hood, she leaned over the motor to get a closer look.

Dean crawled out of the car only to be stopped in his tracks by the image of her leaning over his car. Her shirt hiked up her body since her arms were raised above her head. The bottom curve of her white lace bra peeked out from under her black T-shirt, and her shorts inched slightly up her thighs exposing more skin.

Dean could feel his cock coming to life as the Impala continued to growl in his ears. Sliding his hand into his front jean pocket, he took out his cell phone and quickly snapped a picture of her. 

Jessi looked up when she heard the snap of the cell phone. "Did you just take a picture of me?" 

"No. " He smiled sheepishly, quickly palming the phone trying to hide it.

"Yes you did!" She said with a smirk. As she walked toward him, Dean put both his hands behind his back trying to slide the phone into the back pocket of his jeans.

"So help me, you'd better erase that picture of me!" She lunged at him, trying to grab his hands for the phone.

"I was taking a picture of Sam and Nikki for their future children." He laughed as she tried unsuccessfully to grab the phone from his strong hands.

"You're such a horrible liar!" She laughed as she tickled Dean under both arms.

"Hey, no fair!" He jumped, dropping the phone on the ground. "I'm ticklish!"

"Ha, ha! Got it!" She snatched the phone from the ground. "Now, let's figure out how to erase that awful picture of me!"

"I don't think so!" He lunged at her, pinning her heavily against the side of the Impala. 

Feeling the weight of his body against hers, she could feel an intense yearning building between her legs. Looking deep into his eyes, she could feel her knees begin to get weak, and her heart thundered against her chest. 

In one quick move, his full lips crushed hers in an intense kiss. Jessi's mind reeled as his lips hungrily moved against hers. She felt herself becoming extremely wet as she surrendered to his kisses. 

"I can't do this!" She told herself as his strong arms wrapped around her small waist, pulling her even closer to his hard body. She could feel his full erection pressing against her. She tried to open her lips to protest, but only a sigh escaped between her slightly parted lips.

Giving in to the moment and the sensations caused by his touch, she ran her trembling hands up his broad back and into his thick, spiky hair. When he slowly started rubbing up against her, she moaned. "Deannnn."

"Jessi." He breathed heavily in her ear, as his lips moved from her lips to her ear.

Suddenly two bright headlights sliced through the air of passion present between them.

"What the hell!" Dean turned to look at the car that had the two bright headlights shining on them like a beacon.

Jessi turned to look to see who it was. "Oh great, it's Duh Ass."

"Who?" Dean pulled himself off of her as she adjusted her shirt and shorts.

"Mr. Durass. We just call him Duh Ass...close enough." She sneered as a tall, gangly man got out of a late model Cadillac.

"Miss Remington, I really need to speak with you." He said as he stumbled over the gravels in the driveway. 

"Well, I have nothing to say to you! Besides you are trespassing." She stepped toward the man, her chin raised in defiance.

"We really must talk about the matter I discussed with you earlier." He said vaguely, obviously because Dean was standing within earshot.

"If you don't get off my property, my rifle will do the talking for me!" She hissed, holding up her hand to stop Mr. Durass where he stood.

"If you don't coorperate I'll have to get the authorities involved, and you don't want that Miss Remington." Mr. Durass threatened, narrowing his beady eyes. "Trust me!"

"Look dude." Dean stepped in between them. "She told you to leave, so I suggest you go before there's any trouble."

"Stay out of this, my beef is with Miss Remington!" He shook a bony finger toward Dean. "This is not your problem."

"I make it my problem when you threaten Jessi." Dean bit back.

"I can take care of this Dean." Jessi wrapped both hands around one of his large biceps. "This is mine and Nikki's fight, not yours!"

"I'll be back to talk to you later when your judgment isn't so clouded." Mr. Durass replied, getting back into his car and giving Dean a nasty look.

"My answer will still be the same as many times as you come back asshole!" She yelled as the man backed the Cadillac out of the driveway and sped away into the enveloping darkness.

"What an ass!" Dean said as he watched to make sure the red tail lights of the car disappeared into the distance. "Who the hell was that guy?"

"Don't worry yourself with it." Jessi mumbled, heading toward the house. 

"Whoa! Hold up!" Dean reached to turn the Impala off, then slammed the hood of the car. Jessi contiuned to walk up the driveway and into the front yard. Dean finally caught up to her. "Can you tell me what's going on?"

She didn't even turn around as he continued to try to keep up with her brisk walk. "Jessi, will you please stop and talk to me!" He reached and grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around to face him.

"Don't ever contradict me like that again! I can take care of myself and my sister!" She replied hatefully. "We don't need your help, and I certainly didn't ask for your help either!" 

Dean took at step back. He had no idea she was so upset with him. "I was just trying to help you out and get rid of that jerk!"

"Good night Dean." She said coldly, turning her back and heading toward where Nikki and Sam stood.

"Well, that's real gratitude for ya!" Dean yelled after her. "I can't win for losing." He thought to himself. Seeing Sam standing in the yard with Nikki, Dean called for him. "C'mon Sammy, let's go. We're obviously not welcome here anymore!"

Sam looked over at Nikki as Jessi stomped up the steps to the house. Nikki just shrugged her shoulders as her sister disappeared into the house, slamming the front door behind her.

"I guess I'd better go." Sam sighed, watching Dean walk back toward the Impala. "If I don't leave now I'll have to walk through those spooky woods to get back to the house."

"Ok." Nikki replied, disappointed that he had to leave.

"I've got your cell number, so we can still talk even if Dean and Jessi aren't." He gave her a quick smile. "And I can always come back and see you."

She noticed that his tone was more of a question than a statement. "I'd like that." She smiled sweetly back at him. "Good night Sam."

"Sweet dreams." He replied, crossing the yard. "I know I'll have some good dreams tonight." He thought to himself, looking over his shoulder one last time and flashing her a sexy smile.

"C'mon loverboy or I'm leaving your ass!" Dean yelled through the rolled down driver's side window. He started the Impala and revved the motor several times.

"This is gonna be one long ride." Sam sighed, dreading having to listen to his brother's rantings all the way back to the house. Reaching the passenger's side door, he climbed in without uttering a word. He was sure Dean would have a lot to say once they got out of the driveway.

Facing forward, Sam saw Nikki running toward their car with something in her hands.

"Wait Sam!" She yelled as Dean started to back out of the driveway.

"Hold up Dean." He said as Nikki reached Sam's side of the car just in time. 

"Hey guys." She smiled at Sam, then bent down to glance over at Dean. Dean only nodded toward her, then looked out the driver's side window. 

"Hey." Sam said, locking eyes with her. "What's up?" He secretly hoped that she wanted to go home with him and spend the night, but he knew that was a major stretch of reality.

"I forgot to tell you the URL of my website." She said quickly, as Dean revved the car's motor slightly. 

"Oh yeah. What is it?" Sam smiled, reaching into the backseat and retrieving his laptop. He opened to his homepage and pulled up his favorites list.

"Ok, it's www.NikkisScienceNook.com." She replied as she watched him save the web address. "Check it out and post your comments on the forum. Only if you have some spare time, and if you want to."

"I will definitely check that out." He smiled at her, closing the laptop and blindly throwing it over his shoulder and into the backseat. Dean jerked slightly to the left to avoid being hit by the flying laptop.

Nikki smiled back for several seconds lost in his beautiful hazel eyes. Dean cleared his throat as a signal for Sam to wrap it up, he was ready to go.

"So what do you have there?" Sam saw that she was holding something in her hands.

"Huh? Oh yeah." She looked over at Dean. "Jessi wanted me to run this out to you." 

"What the hell is it?" Dean leaned over past his brother to see what she was holding.

"It's a homemade cherry pie she made earlier. She wants to say she's sorry." Nikki smiled sweetly.

"Really? Wow...tell her thank you for me."

Sam smirked as Nikki handed him the pie to hand over to Dean. The sweet smell of freshly baked pie filled the car. 

"You know." Nikki came closer to the car. "She didn't say you couldn't ever come back to see her. We'll both be up late tonight, and we'll be here all day tomorrow. But you didn't hear that from me."

"Ok." Sam and Dean said in unison. They both interpreted that as an open invitation to come back to see the sisters.

"See you guys later...I hope." She stepped clear of the car, giving Sam one last longing look as Dean shifted the Impala into reverse. She watched as they slowly made their way down the driveway.

Sam smiled from ear to ear as Dean handed him the pie to hold as he pulled the Impala back onto the main road and headed toward their house. 

"What the hell are you smiling at!" Dean snapped, giving him an annoyed look. 

"Nothing." Sam strained to hold a laugh in.

"Told you I smelled pie." Dean replied, turning sharply into their gravel driveway. "And be careful with that. If you drop my pie there will be hell to pay!"

To Be Continued...



Supernatural: Watch Over Me Ch. 03



The characters of Dean and Sam Winchester are from the TV series Supernatural and are owned by Eric Kripke and the CW Network. Here's the third chapter; the storyline is about to get even hotter! 

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Making their way into the house, Sam placed Dean's pie on the kitchen table. Sitting down at the table, he started eating his second hot dog.

"Man, oh man!" Dean was giddy with excitement. "I can't wait to dig into that pie! It smells so good!"

When Dean found a fork in one of the kitchen drawers, he quickly sat down at the table. Sam watched as his brother rubbed both hands together like he was prepping for surgery.

"You know." Sam said, taking his last bite of hot dog. "That was really nice of the girls to give us this food, and to give you that pie they had baked for themselves."

"Yeah, it was." Dean replied, cutting into the pie's flaky crust with his fork. When he put the first bite in his mouth, his eyes rolled back in his head and he uttered. "Mmmm! Man, that is goood!"

As Sam continued to watch Dean devour the pie, his thoughts drifted back to the kiss he had shared with Nikki. He remembered how her beautiful blue eyes had searched his when they first touched. Just the thoughts of her soft lips against his again made his cock begin to get hard. He decided he would definitely have to go back and see her, possibly later tonight. He recalled the invitation in her voice when she mentioned that she and Jessi would be up late tonight. 

"That has to be the best pie I've eaten in a while." Dean said, pushing the empty glass pie plate away from him. "Which of course I haven't eaten Jessi yet, so I really can't compare them."

"You are so disgusting!" Sam frowned, snapping back to reality. "Well, she obviously wants you to come back and see her. She put the pie tin in a glass pie plate, so you'd have to return it."

"I knew this had to be a way to trick me into coming back to see her." Dean smiled wickedly. "I'll get to taste her pie yet!"

"I wouldn't get ahead of myself, Dean." Sam smirked. "She's probably over there cleaning her gun right now so she can fire some shells in your ass when you do come back to finish you off."

"Well, Sammy," Dean leaned across the table. "When I do get hold of her, neither one of us will need any finishing off...if you know what I mean."

"That's my cue to leave!" Sam shook his head, standing up from the table.

"And by the looks of you, my brother." Dean pointed toward Sam's obvious growing erection. "You might need some finishing off yourself. I saw that lip lock you had on Nikki earlier. Way to go Sammy."

"Shut the hell up!" Sam said, going out the front door and heading toward the Impala. He returned a few minutes later with his laptop under his arm. 

"What the hell do you need internet porn when you have that cute science chick next door?" Dean smirked, leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the table. 

"If it's any of your business." Sam stood in the doorway of his bedroom. "I'm gonna check out Nikki's website. She took the trouble of telling me her web address, so I'm gonna at least look at it."

"Yeah, I bet you'll check it out." Dean laughed. "It's a good thing you can work that computer with one hand, you may need your free hand for something else."

Sam didn't reply; he just slammed the door to his bedroom. Dean just shook his head and smiled. "Speaking of that." He said to himself, flipping open his cell phone. He scolled down to his saved pictures and clicked open the picture he had taken of Jessi. 

"Damn, she's so hot!" He said out loud, feeling his cock beginning to get hard. Staring at the picture, his breath became ragged and his cock strained painfully against his jeans. He knew he couldn't possibly make it through the rest of the night; he had to go see Jessi again, or he would have to take care of his growing desire himself.

Snapping his cell phone closed, he went over to Sam's bedroom door. "Hey Sam, I'm going to get some air. I'll be back later."

"Ok, whatever!" Sam yelled through the door.

"I might be back tonight, I might not." Dean smiled to himself, as he grabbed the empty glass pie plate and headed out the door.

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Sam sat on his bed leaning over his laptop. At least while they were staying at Gramps' place he could have a bedroom all to himself. Usually he had to share a motel room with Dean, and they seemed like they were in each other's space 24/7. "Maybe he'll stay outta my hair for a while. He needs to go see Jessi anyway." He said out loud as he clicked on the link to Nikki's website. He smiled when the webpage opened to a colorful background complete with colorful daisies.

"Let's see what you've got girl." He said aloud as he scrolled down the page, stopping on a bio of Nikki. Posted there was a very flattering picture of her in a white lab coat and thin, black-framed glasses. "Very hot!" He said, moving closer to look at the screen.

Her blue eyes stared back at him as he felt all the blood rush straight to his crotch. Opening his phone, he held it up to the screen and took a picture straight from the screen. "That is definitely a picture to keep since I don't have one of you yet." 

Feeling a growing need in his loins, he decided he'd go pay Nikki a late night visit. The hours before morning would be rough not being near her. Opening the front door, he stepped out into the night air. Dean had taken the car, so Sam knew he'd have to walk through the woods to Nikki's house. He didn't care; he had to see her tonight.

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"So how'd it go?" Jessi looked up from the newspaper she was reading at the kitchen table.

"You could've taken it out to him yourself, you know." Nikki replied, putting her hands on her hips.

"I was too pissed off." Jessi lied, looking away quickly.

"Yeah, when you're mad at someone you give them a homemade pie." Nikki scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Jessi frowned at her sister's attitude. "Hey cut the 'tude! We have to try to stay friendly with them because of this land dispute. You don't know what men like that are gonna go!"

"Oh please!" Nikki laughed out loud. "It's sooo obvious that you want Dean, and he wants you!"

"No I don't!" Jessi protested, her voice rising one octave. "That guy is such a jerk! I wouldn't have him if he was the last man on earth!"

"Uh, huh." Nikki teased. "Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that? Oh, and by the way...your lips just happen to bump together out in the driveway earlier? What's up with that!"

Jessi hoped that Nikki hadn't seen the kiss she had exchanged with Dean. "You need to keep your head straight." Jessi gave her sister a serious look. "Don't let some guy with mushy bedroom eyes trick you - and you know who I'm referring to Nikki!"

An automatic smile spread across Nikki's face. "Sam is a sweet guy, and I don't mind admitting I like him. You should take a closer look at your feelings about Dean."

"I have no feelings for Dean Winchester or any other man if you want to know the honest truth." Jessi said now standing by the back door. "I'm going out to the stable to get some air. See you later."

Nikki watched her sister step out into the darkness. She knew that men were a touchy subject with her; but Nikki didn't want her sister to pass up a chance of possibly being happy with Dean.

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Heading out to the stables beyond the house, the thought of Dean swirled in Jessi's head. "Why did Nikki have to bring him up?" She thought to herself as she got lost in her thoughts. She was trying so hard to push him totally out of her mind, but somehow he kept creeping in and that infuriated her. She had to keep her mind sharp about this sticky land dispute, but her heart had other plans. Reaching up, she pulled the slender rope to turn on the security light at the entrance of the stables.

"How could I even have a second thought about such a jerk?" She thought to herself as she entered the stable and headed toward the horse stalls. Several horses came up to the railings when they saw Jessi coming closer.

Grabbing a hay bale from the corner, she slung it into the stall in the center of the horses. The image of Dean's handsome face and piercing green eyes slowly started slipping into her thoughts. She remembered how his strong arms had lifted the hood of his car, and how his bicep bulged with such restrained strength.

Jessi could feel herself becoming extremely wet as she slowly gave over to the fantasy of Dean. He claimed to be a bounty hunter, and she admitted that he had a certain air of danger and intrigue about him that was undeniable. He was protective over his little brother and seemed so focused, and she found that incredibly sexy. Time seemed to stop as she leaned heavily against the wooden railing remembering how he had tried to kiss her the first time on the front porch. 

With one hand, she slowly slid her hand down her flat stomach and into her shorts. Her fingers lingered on top of her lace panties at the growing wet spot between her legs. Closing her eyes, she slowly began rubbing her clit in a circle with the pads of two fingers. A warm sensation began to build as she continued to rub between her legs.

Her mind clouded with how his hard body had pressed her up against his car when they were wrestling for his cell phone. With this thought, she began to rub faster and faster and in smaller circles against her clit. Jessi could feel an orgasm begin to build deep down as the thoughts of how Dean had tried to protect her when he stepped in between her and Mr. Durass when he had threatened her. Someone had tried to protect her for once and the sensation felt good, although she'd never admit it to anyone...especially herself.

Meanwhile....Dean had made his way to the stables when he saw the light come on and Jessi disappear inside. He was planning to follow her to the horse stall, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her hand go down her shorts.

Positive he hadn't been seen, he stepped into an unused stall near the front of the building. His cock was rock hard and pulsating at this point. Being quiet, he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Pushing his jeans and boxer shorts from his hips, his erect cock stood at attention as he watched Jessi with desire-filled eyes. His breathing became ragged with excitement as he watched her intently.

Grasping his rock hard cock, he began running his hand up and down its long shaft. His cock was already wet with pre-cum, so he needed no urging. He was so glad he had decided to pay her a visit tonight; he found nothing sexier than to see a woman masturbating, especially when she didn't know he was there.

Jessi still rubbed vigorously between her legs trying to get off on the image of Dean's muscular body. She pictured his strong, naked body pressed up against hers. She fantasized about how big his cock was and yearned to feel him moving inside her. 

Taking her index finger, she rubbed up and down against her clit, pushing her closer and closer to her climax. Feeling about to go over the edge, she reached up with her free hand to reach under her bra to cup one of her breasts. She let a sharp cry escape her clenched teeth as she flicked one erect nipple with her fingernail.

Dean held his cock even tighter and pumped himself harder and harder until he could feel his own desire begin to build up the length of his cock. Not achieving the orgasm she was yearning for, Jessi stumbled on weak legs over to a saddle lying on the dirt floor. Removing her shorts and panties in a frenzy, she jumped onto the hard leather saddle and began rubbing her clit back and forth. She spread her legs wider and wider as she continued to ride the saddle.

The feeling of the hard leather provided the right friction for her tender clit. The thoughts of Dean's full lips taking hers in a passionate kiss was the only thing she needed to go over the edge and feel the sweet release of her orgasm.

"Oh Dean!" Jessi's mind screamed as she bit down on her lower lip. She threw her head back as the intense orgasm rocked her body.

In turn Dean let his impending orgasm run the length of his cock, unleashing a sweet release he felt from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. Closing his eyes, he shot his load into a nearby hay bale.

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Nikki watched her older sister cross the backyard, and when she saw the light come on at the stables, she moved from the table into her bedroom. Going into her bedroom, she took one last peek out her window to make sure the stable light was still on. She reached to crack her window an inch, letting the white sheer curtains sway slightly in the evening breeze.

The cooler evening breeze filled the room with a fresh scent as she peeled off her t-shirt and shorts. She took off her bra, then frowned at the granny panties she was wearing. Sure they were comfortable, but not very sexy.

"I'm feeling a little naughty tonight." She thought to herself as she went over to her dresser drawer. Sam was still on her mind, and she fantasized about him suddenly bursting through her bedroom door catching her in only her underwear and taking her right there on her bed. She sure wouldn't want him to see her in frumpy granny panties.

Reaching in the very back of her underwear drawer, she took out a pair of black lace g-string panties. Pulling off the oversized ones, she left them in a puddle on the floor. Slowly sliding the panties up her legs and onto her hips, she felt herself becoming wet.

"Sam would get a surprise if he saw me in these." She smiled wickedly to herself. It had been a long time since she had even thought of wearing such sexy underwear. Finding a silky black camisole, she slid the soft fabric over her head and over her breasts. The whisper-thin fabric against her nipples made them become hard.

Flopping down on her bed, she lay on her stomach and opened her laptop. Clicking on her website, she wanted to check if Sam had posted anything on the forum. Not seeing any new posts, she frowned. "Oh well." She said to herself, closing the laptop and pushing it away from her.

Rolling onto her back, the image of Sam's handsome face entered her thoughts. She remembered how sweet he had been when she had been upset this afternoon. When he had given her those daisies she remembered how wet that made her. She sucked in her breath just by the mere thought of him.

Giving in to the desire she was feeling, she slowly slid one hand down her camisole, resting on one breast. She could feel her nipple spring to attention as she touched herself through the soft fabric. 

She fantasized that Sam's large hands were touching her breast as her other hand slowly slid down the lacy fabric of her panties. She could feel the wetness spreading between her legs as her fingers hesitated on her clit.

Looking quickly toward her window, the stable light still shone through the darkness as if to give Nikki the green light to let go. Closing her eyes, she took two fingers and began to rub slowly between her legs. She hadn't masturbated in quite some time; she never felt the need to until now. 

When she was near Sam her whole body tingled, and she was sure he also felt the intensity between them. As she continued to think about his deep hazel eyes and gorgeous smile, not to mention those adorable dimples, she rubbed more intensely. A sweet sensation began to build as she could think of nothing but him.

Meanwhile....Sam made his way through the thick woods as he headed toward Nikki's house. The moonlight provided some light, but he was glad that he had grabbed a flashlight before heading out the door. He moved through the forest like a man on a mission; he had to see her tonight.

Seeing a light on at the stable, Sam decided to check the house first. There were several lights on inside, so he made his way to the back door. As he passed by the side of the house, he glanced over to see Nikki lying on her bed. Stopping dead in his tracks, he couldn't pull himself away from the sight of her masturbating. He knew he shouldn't be watching her, but he just couldn't turn his eyes away. He felt both turned on and guilty at the same time.

Moving closer to the side of the house, he peeked through the sheer curtains. She was so beautiful caught up in her desire. Sam could feel his cock becoming extremely hard in his jeans. Quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, he pushed his boxer shorts from his hips. He stood there with his clothes around his knees as he felt pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock.

Nikki was becoming more and more turned on as she raised her hips slightly and removed her panties. They were sopping wet and she couldn't stand the constricting fabric around her hips anymore. Taking one finger, she teased and rubbed her swollen clit faster and faster until her burning desire was starting to build.

Sam grabbed his fully erect cock and began stroking it slowly. He knew he would have to prolong his climax if he wanted to cum when she did. He could tell that she wasn't quite ready yet. The slippery pre-cum on the end of his cock provided the right amount of lubrication as he watched her trying to get off. 

Keeping one hand on her clit, Nikki reached blindly into her nightstand drawer. Retrieving a vibrator, she looked at it with wanton need. Jessi had given her the vibrator when she had went off to college. Even though Nikki had never used a vibrator, it was the only thing she could use since Sam wasn't there to satisfy her at the moment.

When Sam saw the vibrator, he smiled wickedly to himself. It took all his willpower not to storm into her bedroom and take the vibrator away from her and show her what a real cock felt like. 

Flipping the switch on, she continued to rub her clit with one finger. She slowly ran the vibrator against her inner thighs trying to get used to the sensation of its pulsating. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she placed the end of the vibrator against her tingling clit. The sensations it sent through her body made her arch her back.

"Ohhhhh." She tightly gripped one side of the bed. Moving the vibrator in a circular motion only intensified the sensation, and she felt herself becoming more and more brazen with it. Sam continued to occupy her every thought as she slightly moved the slim vibrator into her tight, wet opening. 

Nikki thought back to the kiss she had shared with Sam in the wildflower field as she slid the vibrator a little deeper inside her. She found him so sexy with his soulful hazel eyes and his hard body. She shuddered at the thought of the smoldering look in his eyes right before he had kissed her.

That was all Nikki needed to achieve her orgasm. The sweet sensation erupted as she squeezed her eyes closed and cried out in pleasure. "Sammm!" 

When Sam saw that Nikki was getting close to climaxing, he didn't hold back anymore. He pumped himself hard one last time thinking of how her soft, petite body would feel crushed under his with his rock hard cock sliding in and out of her. He could feel his pent up passion running the length of his cock as he threw his head back, in turn shooting his load into the nearby grass.

The Remington sisters never knew the Winchester brothers had visited them that night. Sam managed to make it back to the house before Dean; neither brother knew of the other's night of voyeurism.

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The next morning Sam awoke to Dean suddenly bursting into his room. "Time to waaake up Sammmyyy." Dean sang as he opened the heavy curtains that hung on the windows, letting the bright sunlight in.

"What the hell?" Sam sat straight up in bed like someone had just thrown a bucket of cold water on him. "What time is it?" He asked groggily, rubbing his sticky eyes.

"It's time to get up, grumpy!" Dean laughed. "You can't spend all day in bed. We've got things to do!"




Supernatural: Watch Over Me Ch. 03



"Yeah, well, go do 'em without me." Sam moaned, lying back down and throwing the comforter over his head. "Go spread your sunshine somewhere else."

Dean usually wasn't a morning person; it was usually Sam who was up early trying to get him up. But this morning Dean felt so energized and ready to start the day.

"You don't wanna look like a slob when Nikki gets here, do ya?" Dean teased, taking a sip of the freshly brewed coffee he had made.

Sam stuck his head out from under the comforter. Dean knew just the mention of Nikki's name would get his attention. "Dean..." Sam's eyes narrowed. "What did you do?"

"You just never know when our sexy neighbors might stop by." Dean replied, smiling into his coffee cup.

Sam noticed that Dean was already dressed and was clean shaven. "You didn't!" He quickly threw the comforter completely off and got out of bed.

"What!" Dean propped up against the wooden dresser. "I'm not supposed to answer when somebody calls? I can't help it if you sleep all day!"

"Where's my cell phone?" Sam asked as he frantically searched his nightstand. "Do you have my phone?" He hoped he didn't accidentally drop it outside Nikki's window when he had paid her the late night visit.

"You mean this phone?" Dean teased, pulling it out of his back pocket. 

"Yeah dumbass." Sam stretched. "So did Nikki call me?"

"She actually texted you about two hours ago."

"And of coarse you read it." Sam crossed his arms across his broad chest. 

"Hey, I couldn't just leave the poor girl hanging." Dean grinned sheepishly. "I didn't want to wake you up."

"So let me guess," Sam sneered. "You pretended to be me and invited her and Jessi over her this morning."

"Yahtzee!" Dean laughed. "It's amazing how you think so fast on your feet this early in the morning Sammy."

"Remind me to keep my phone locked from now on." Sam snapped. "Just remember payback is a bitch." 

"Hmmm, the girls should be here any minute now for breakfast." Dean said, glancing down at his wristwatch.

"You and Jessi must have had a really good time last night for you to be up so early and to be in such a good mood." Sam replied as he took a shirt, jeans, and boxers out of the bottom of the wooden dresser.

"Let's just say things went in an unexpected direction last night." Dean smiled. "Hey, you'd better hit the shower and shave before Nikki catches you in your tighty whities and that stupid dog shirt you've got on."

"I hate you so much right now. And don't be dissing my dog shirt!" Sam glared at Dean as he walked by on the way out of the bedroom. 

When Sam walked through the kitchen, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee welcomed him. He couldn't help but notice that Dean had went to the store and bought everything for the breakfast he had planned for the girls.

"Wow, Dean must have gotten up at the crack of dawn to have had the time to do all this. He must really like Jessi to take the trouble of planning a meal, much less getting up before noon." Sam thought to himself, impressed with what his brother had done. 

When Dean heard the door to the bathroom shut, he came into the kitchen to start the scrambled eggs. "The girls should be here any minute, so I'd better start these eggs so they'll be ready when they get here. But first things first." 

Dean went over to the bathroom door and knocked. "Hey Sammy can I come in and get a dishtowel out of the vanity?"

"Yeah, come on in. I'm in the shower." Sam yelled through the door.

"Perfect." Dean grinned as he opened the door to the bathroom, the hot steam from the shower hitting him square in the face. 

"Are the girls here yet?" Sam asked as he shampooed his hair.

"No, not yet. They said they'd be here at nine." Dean replied, grabbing Sam's underwear, jeans and shirt that were on the cabinet. "I'm getting ready to start the eggs, so hurry up."

"Ok, I'll shave as fast as I can." Sam replied, turning the water off to the shower.

"Ok bro." Dean smiled an evil grin as he took the clothes and shut the door behind him. Quickly crossing the kitchen, he opened the door to Sam's room, threw the clothes in, and shut the door. Going over to the stove, Dean couldn't help but laugh out loud at what he had just done to his brother. 

Dean usually didn't do any cooking; he and Sam ate at greasy spoon diners when they were on the road doing their ghost and demon hunting. He felt like it would be nice to actually have a meal that didn't taste like cardboard for once. And he had ulterior motives also; to impress Jessi.

Just as he started to scramble the eggs, a knock echoed through the half empty house. Taking the frying pan off the burner, Dean wiped his hands with a dishtowel and draped it over his right shoulder.

Going to the door, he looked out to see Jessi and Nikki standing there on the front porch. Jessi had her hair put up in a very high ponytail and she had little to no makeup on. Dean was amazed at how naturally pretty she was. His attention then settled on her black Metallica T-shirt and cutoff blue jean shorts that had rebel flags on the front and back pockets. 

"Is this a dream?" Dean's mouth suddenly went dry at the sight of her. "Hi ladies!" He smiled brightly as he opened the door. 

"Hey." Jessi smiled a little wider than she meant to, slowly letting the smile subside. "What's up." She replied coolly. She noticed that Dean looked especially sexy this morning in his black muscle shirt and tight blue jeans. She figured it was because she had thought about him all night and now here he stood in the flesh. 

"Hi Dean." Nikki smiled brightly. She had her hair french braided into two separate braids tied with bright yellow ribbon. Dean thought she looked really cute, but he wondered why she didn't lose those bulky glasses and show off her pretty blue eyes. But he was glad she had them on so she wouldn't miss the show when Sam came out of the bathroom with no clothes on.

"Come in ladies, and make yourselves at home. I was just getting ready to start the eggs." Dean smiled at Jessi as he held the screen door open so she could pass through first.

"Something smells delicious!" Jessi said as she sat down at the small kitchen table. 

"That's my hash brown surprise." Dean replied as he went back over to the stove and began to scramble the eggs.

As Nikki sat down across from Jessi, she quickly glanced around the kitchen and then over her shoulder into the other rooms. "So...where's Sam?"

"He's still getting ready." Dean smiled, glancing over to the bathroom door. "Say Jessi, could you help me get some stuff out of the Impala? I forgot some plates and things for our breakfast."

"Sure. If you've went to all this trouble of cooking breakfast for us I can help you carry in a few things." She replied, heading for the front door.

"Awesome." He smiled. "Nikki could you finish scrambling these eggs for me while I'm gone so they don't stick? I'll be right back."

"Yeah, I can do that for you." Nikki jumped up, taking the whisk from him.

"Thanks so much." Dean replied as he followed Jessi out the front door.

Just as Dean and Jessi had closed the screen door, Sam came out of the bathroom wearing only a very short towel. "Dean, I'm gonna kick your...." He stopped in mid-stride and mid-sentence when he saw Nikki standing at the stove.

Nikki seemed frozen as she dropped the whisk into the pan of eggs as she stared at Sam's naked chest and six pack abs. His hair was still wet and slicked back away from his handsome face with small curls curling up behind his ears. Nikki felt like this was a fantasy come true.

"Oh...uh...hey Nikki. I didn't know you were here." He blushed, gripping the towel around his waist a little tighter. He could feel his erection growing as he stared at the yellow top she wore that hung off her pretty shoulders. He couldn't help but notice how her short denim skirt really showed off her long legs, and her hair really looked sexy tied in braids with ribbon.

"Damn!" Nikki thought to herself, blushing at the naughty thoughts that were running through her head. "Hey Sam, I was wondering where you were." She stared, not being able to tear her eyes away from his gorgeous glistening body and muscular arms.

"Just running a little late." He smiled shyly, afraid to move a muscle.

Suddenly Dean and Jessi burst through the door carrying bags of kitchen supplies. They both stopped dead in their tracks seeing Sam standing there wearing only a towel.

"We can't leave these two alone for one second!" Dean teased, sitting the bags on the table.

"Nikki, you little minx!" Jessi laughed, helping Dean get the supplies out of the bags.

Sam shot his brother a look that could kill. He knew that Dean had planned this whole thing and timed it just right so Nikki would be in the kitchen when he came out. "I gotta go get dressed. Excuse me." Sam frowned as he quickly went into his bedroom, shut the door and locked it.

"You gotta excuse my brother." Dean laughed. "He's a closet nudist."

Jessi glanced over at Nikki who still seemed frozen at the stove. "You ok over there, sis?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Nikki scoffed like nothing had just happened.

"Well, because you're letting my eggs stick." Dean replied, leaning over her shoulder, looking at the burnt eggs.

"Oh my gosh! I'm sooo sorry Dean!" Nikki jerked the pan off the hot burner and threw it into the sink.

"That's ok. I've got more eggs. Go relax and I'll get everything ready so we can eat." He smiled, taking an egg carton out of the refrigerator. "Totally worth it!" He thought to himself.

Nikki sat down at the kitchen table still blushing from her eyeful of Sam. Jessi finished putting away all the supplies except for the plastic plates, cups, and forks. "You need something to drink, sis? You're looking a little ...hot."

Nikki looked up at her sister, giving her a go-to-hell look. "I'll be ok." She scowled, fanning her face with her hands.

Several minutes later Sam opened the door to his bedroom and slowly came out, his face still flushed from blushing. Without a word, he sat down at the table beside Nikki, flashing her a nervous smile.

Nikki blushed violently, turning her eyes away quickly. 

"Awkward!" Dean blurted out after several seconds of silence penetrated the air.

"You look really pretty this morning." Sam leaned in and whispered to Nikki when Jessi's back was turned.

The smell of his shaving cream and cologne combined with Sam being so close made Nikki's head spin. "Thanks." She smiled, the image of his nakedness burned forever in her memory. She noticed how sexy he looked in his faded green t-shirt that really brought out his hazel eyes, and those tight blue jeans weren't bad either. But Nikki decided that nothing would ever top the sight of seeing him half-naked.

"Ok, I hope you all are hungry." Dean said, opening the oven door and sitting a baking dish on the counter.

"Yeah, I'm starved! I've been up since six this morning." Jessi replied, watching Dean dump the eggs into a big bowl.

"It's ready. C'mon up and serve yourselves. The kitchen table is too small to put all this food on it." Dean said, proudly lining all his food up on the counter.

"Ladies first." Sam motioned for Nikki to get her food first. "After all, you are our guests. What do you want to drink?"

"Wow, what a gentleman!" Nikki thought to herself as she pushed her chair back to stand. "Um, what do you have?"

Sam looked over at Dean. "What did you buy to drink...besides beer?"

"We have orange juice, milk, and soda." Dean said as he handed Jessi a plastic plate and fork.

"I'll take some orange juice." Nikki replied as she watched Sam go over to the refrigerator, admiring his cute tight butt.

"What would you like to drink, Jessi?" Sam asked as he poured Nikki's orange juice into a plastic cup.

"I'll take a brewsky, that is, if you have extra." Jessi smiled at Dean as he handed her a napkin. 

"A woman after my own heart. We always have beer! Get the lady a brew, Sammy." Dean smiled back, happy that she seemed impressed by his breakfast. 

As Jessi stood at the counter filling her plate with food, Dean saw this as his chance to get a little closer to her.

"Do you need some salt or pepper?" Dean asked, spotting the salt and pepper shakers on the other side of her.

"Yeah, I do need some pepper for my eggs." 

"Ok, coming right up." He slid behind her, their bodies slightly brushing against each other. As he passed behind her, he put his right hand on the small of her back, sliding it across her lower body. "Here ya go."

As Dean sprinkled some pepper on her food, Jessi smiled up at him with a crooked smile. "Thanks." She knew exactly what he was trying to do, and she found it kind of sexy. 

After Jessi and Nikki had filled their plates with eggs, sausage, toast and hash brown surprise, Dean and Sam got their food.

Jessi dug into the hash brown surprise first thing. "Dean, this is really good!" She replied with a hint of surprise in her voice. "Where did you get this recipe?"

"My grandma." He replied, grabbing a beer from the refigerator.

"Well, kudos to grandma!" Jessi replied. "All the food is delicious!"

"I agree. Everything tastes wonderful." Nikki commented as she watched Sam sit down at the table beside her. When he sat down, his left leg accidentally bumped hers. Nikki felt the electricity run through her whole body as he purposely kept his leg resting heavily against hers. 

"Um...sorry." Sam tried to sound innocent when he saw Nikki's whole body jostle from the impact of his long leg against hers. He glanced over at her and smiled, clearing his throat.

"So why do you call it hash brown surprise? What's the surprise?" Jessi asked, loading more onto her fork.

"Yeah, well, the 'surprise' comes later when your stomach says what the hell was that you ate?" Sam laughed looking over at Dean.

Both the women laughed out loud. Dean just smirked as he grabbed up his beer. "So what do you ladies have planned for the rest of the day?" He asked, quickly changing the subject.

"I was working on my car when Sam invited us to breakfast, so that was perfect timing. This afternoon I have a meeting with the town women's committee." Jessi said as she took a bite of toast. "Then when they leave, I need to get back to my car."

"I never pictured you involved with a women's committee." Dean replied, tossing his fork into his empty plate.

"Let's just say I have a lot at stake staying in good with the town. Plus, our house is kinda the weekly meeting spot." Jessi replied, finishing off her food.

Dean wondered what she had meant by that she had to stay in good standing with the town. He figured it probably had something to do with the visit the night before by Mr. Durass. "So what's wrong with your car?" 

"I think the plugs and wires need to be changed." Jessi frowned. "It's about to drive me crazy!"

"I can look at it for you if you want." Dean said, seeing this as his chance to see her later that day. "I'm pretty good with cars."

"No, no. I wouldn't want to put you out. You and Sam probably have tons of stuff planned for today." Jessi said, looking over at Sam for his reaction.

"No we don't." Dean sharply cut his eyes over at Sam. "Do we Sam." 

"We were supposed to do that thing, remember Dean?" Sam said vaguely.

"That's tomorrow." Dean gritted his teeth.

"No, I'm pretty sure it's today." Sam said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Our thing shouldn't take too long." Dean said giving Sam a hard look. "I can come over later when I'm done."

"Ok." Jessi laughed. "Seriously, I could use an extra pair of hands. Plus I can use it as an excuse to end the meeting early."

"So it's a date." Dean smiled, looking deeply into Jessi's eyes from across the table.

"Noooo," Jessi said quickly with a smirk. "I just need some help."

"Call it what you want." Dean winked as he got up from the table to throw away his plate.

"What are you doing today?" Sam asked Nikki, sliding one long arm across the back of her chair. His fingers lightly grazed the back of her naked shoulders sending a shiver down her spine.

"I was cleaning house when you invited us over this morning, so I guess I'll finish that up." Nikki replied, looking into his eyes. "Then I have science club meeting at the same time that Jessi's having her meeting." 

"Yeah, our girls carpool to save gas." Jessi said, taking a sip of her beer. "It's funny how her science nerd friends decide to congregate at my house every week. It's bad enough having to live with one."

"Sam, you can come to my meeting...if you want." Nikki smiled at him, then gave her sister a sour look.

"I can stop by later, sure." Sam said with a smile. He was excited at the thought of seeing her later that afternoon.

"Dean, can we do anything to help you clean up?" Jessi asked as she stood up from the table and tossed her empty beer bottle into the nearby trash can.

"No, Sam and I will clean up. Besides, we invited you over to eat not clean." He replied as he slid some dirty dishes into the sink.

"We'd be happy to stay and help you clean up." Nikki said as she cleaned up the crumbs from around her plate then stood up.

"I'll put Sammy boy here to washing the dishes." Dean winked as Sam stood up, taking one last drink of his milk. 

"Yeah, you girls go enjoy the rest of your morning. We've got this." Sam smiled at Nikki, watching her playfully twist the ends of her braids around her fingers.

"Well, ok. If you're sure." Nikki smiled back, fantasizing about him standing naked at the kitchen sink washing dishes. She'd definitely stay to watch that.

"Ok then, I guess we'd better get back to the house sis. The girls will be here in a little over an hour." Jessi replied heading for the front door. She found Dean to be extremely sexy now that she knew he could cook, and she found nothing sexier than a man that could cook well.

"Hold on girls, we'll walk you out." Dean said, quickly heading for the door right behind Jessi.

Dean held the door open for Jessi as she stepped out into the bright sunshine. "What a beautiful day." She sighed as she started down the steps of the porch.

"I'll say!" Dean said staring right at her ass. "Things got a whole lot prettier around here when you showed up this morning."

"How sweet!" Jessi gushed, quickly turning around to face him. But when she saw him staring a hole through her ass, she frowned. "On second thought, forget it."

"What!" Dean smirked, following her to the passenger's side of Nikki's car. "What did I say?" Jessi just rolled her eyes as she reached for the car's door handle. 

"Allow me." Dean beat her to the handle, opening the car door for her.

Jessi just gave him an annoyed look, but it softened slightly when she slid into the passenger's seat. "Thanks Dean, and thanks again for the breakfast."

"At your service, my lady. The pie you sent me was delicious, and the least I could do was make you breakfast." He smiled a sexy smile. When Jessi put her hand on top of the door to shut it, Dean put his large hand on top of hers. "Let me get that for you."

Jessi could feel the goose bumps pop up on her arms and legs just by the tender touch of his hand. She looked up at him with surprise in her eyes. He looked deep into her eyes as he closed the door, keeping his hand resting on hers. 

"We've got to have our meeting outside today." Nikki replied to Sam who walked right at her side down the steps of the porch.

"Yeah, it is a very pretty day." He replied, admiring how the sunlight lit up her face like an angel.

When Nikki reached the driver's side of her car, Sam reached past her, opening her door. "There ya go." 

Just as she was about to slide into the driver's seat, Sam stopped her. "Hold on one minute."

Nikki froze wondering what was wrong. Reaching up, he slowly put his thumb to her lower lip. Her full lips swelled under his touch and Nikki could feel herself becoming very wet. 




Supernatural: Watch Over Me Ch. 03



Sam stared deeply into her eyes as he slowly ran his thumb across her lower lip. "You...um...uh...that is...uh...you had a piece of...um...food on your mouth." He stuttered.

"Oh." Nikki mumbled. That was the only word she could muster as the two of them stood face to face staring intently at each other. 

"So you ready to go sis?" Jessi asked, breaking through the intense gaze between Sam and Nikki.

"Huh?" Nikki snapped back to reality. "Oh yeah, I guess we'd better head on home." Sliding into the driver's seat, Sam made sure her legs and arms were inside then he shut her door. 

As Sam crossed in front and Dean stepped away from the car, Nikki started the Camaro. It's engine roared to life as the rumbling of the dual exhaust surrounded the foursome. 

"See you later!" Jessi yelled out the window at Dean over the growling engine.

"What time?" Dean yelled back.

"Come over around one o'clock." 

"Ok!" Dean smiled as he watched Nikki put the car into reverse.

Nikki smiled at Sam through the windshield giving him a small wave before she threw her right arm over Jessi's seat to back up.

Sam waved back and smiled. The brothers watched the candy apple red Camaro turn and head down the dusty driveway. 

"As Mr. Rogers would say...it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood." Dean said, propping up on Sam's shoulder.

"I'll say!" Sam replied, as he watched the Camaro cross the small bridge and disappear around the bend. "So what are we gonna do until it's time to go see the girls?"

"I dunno, genius! You're the one that said we had something to do today remember? And by the way...what the hell, dude!"

"Just tryin' to give you a hard time bro." Sam laughed. "Just like when I happen to have no clothes when I came outta the shower, and who's standing there in the kitchen when I come out half-naked? Why Nikki of course."

"Ha, ha...yeah!" Dean laughed out loud. "You have to admit that was priceless and pretty funny too!"

"You should really use that power for good instead of evil, bro." Sam sneered. "Seriously, we need to go check the boards on the bridge. It looked kinda rickety when the girls drove over it."

"Yeah, I'd hate for two beautiful women to get stranded here because the bridge is out." Dean said sarcastically. "Sounds like a plan to me. Let's go get our tools and get to work."

To Be Continued.....Chapter 4 may be delayed for a while since I have started taking college courses this fall. Please don't give up on the next chapter of the story. I promise to have it for you as soon as I have the time to work on it. Thanks for reading!