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"I can't believe you did that."

Opal grinned deviously and pressed her lips to Sam's.

"Hmm, there's plenty of stuff you wouldn't believe I could do, honey," she replied, nuzzling his neck.

"Opal," he whispered, running his fingers through her curly hair, "Dean's right there."

"Mmm," she said thoughtfully, "Okay, later."

Sam kissed her forehead, then sat back with a relieved sigh. He was wondering just what she meant by 'later'. Would 'later' mean awesome sex? And if it did, when was 'later'? Or was he being too presumptuous by thinking that's what she wanted?

He didn't know what to make of his girlfriend; she could be so serious and reserved one moment then playful and seductive the next.

After a few minutes of chasing the Impala, Opal had darted off across the street and Dean had followed her, curious as to what she was doing. She'd surprised both of them when she'd gotten a huge tree branch and began swinging at the windshield of the car. He blinked as a thought occured to him.

"Opal," he said.

"Uh-huh?" she asked, smiling at him.

"When's your birthday?"

"October 24," she said, "Why?"

Sam was quiet for a few seconds.

"Scorpio?" he guessed.

"Uh-huh," she said, "When's yours?"

"May 2," he replied, "Taurus."

"Hmm," she said, "That's interesting. You wanna do it?"

Sam blinked and stared quietly at her.

"What?" he asked.

"Just kidding," she said with a chuckle.

She kissed his cheek and snuggled in his lap. Sam just blinked as he caressed her back absentmindedly, somehow feeling that he'd dodged a bullet there. Opal nuzzled Sam's neck adoringly, causing him to look down.

"However," she murmured, "It just might happen so I want you ready just in case."

Sam blinked again, but felt a stir in his loins.

As if sensing this, Opal pressed her hips against his, causing Sam to gasp.

"O..Opal, what are you..?"

Opal pressed her lips to Sam's, cutting off what he was about to say. Her arms slid around his neck to pull him closer, and Sam's arms automatically encircled her waist, his fingertips caressing the skin at her lower back. Opal opened her mouth and allowed him access, which he readily accepted and deepened the kiss.

In the front seat, Dean drove, oblivious to the start of a passionate makeout session going on right behind him. He didn't get a hint of what was going on until he heard a soft, feminine moan of pleasure. He looked in the rearview mirror to see Sam lowering Opal to the backseat underneath him and kissing along her neck.

One of Opal's hands caressed Sam's lower back as the fingers of her other roamed his chocolate hair. Sam kissed along Opal's neck, his tongue darting out occasionally to taste and tease the skin there. Meanwhile, his hands caressed her sides and hips before settling at her waistline and massaging her there. Opal moaned softly at his actions, pulling his face closer with her hand on the back of his head and wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling his pelvis closer to hers.

"Hey!" Dean said, knocking on the ceiling.

Neither Sam nor Opal acknowledged him.

"Get a room," Dean told them.

Opal's hand that was rubbing Sam's lower back paused to flip him off and he heard Sam mutter an annoyed "Bite me."

"She'll bite you if you let her," Dean said, eyes on the road.

Irritated, Sam stopped his assault on Opal's neck, to which she immediately protested.

"Hey, what the hell?" she whined.

Sam kissed her affectionately and sat up.

"Later," he promised, climbing off of her and pulling her back onto his lap.

Opal pouted in annoyance but said nothing more about it. Sam just chuckled and rubbed her back adoringly.

The group reached their destination, Dean taunting the couple as they exited the Impala.

"I mean, I'm not usually a c-blocker, but, dude, not in my car," he said.

"Oh, shut up," Opal said, but Dean just grinned and kept it going.

"Hell, imagine the smell after it, " Dean said, "What were you gonna do to cover it? Or do you keep Lysol in that purse too?"

Opal glanced at Sam, who looked just as peeved as she felt. A thought struck her and she suddenly faced Dean with a smirk.

"What are you really mad about?" she asked, "The fact that we might have done it in your car or the fact that I'd be doing it in the car and not with you?"

Dean blinked.

"Not with me," he replied and King gave him a look akin to a glare.

"Figures," Opal said, searching her purse for her

Dean just grinned and turned to Sam.

"What about you, Sammy?" he asked, "You wanna go off and do the nasty or help me study up on this blue baby thing?"

"Baby blue," Opal corrected, taking a small, silver key out of her purse.

"Yeah, that," Dean said.

Sam glanced from Dean to Opal.

His eyes lingered on Opal for about a minute before he looked back to Dean.

"We're already here," he told him.

"So?" Dean said as Sam held the door to the library open for Opal.

"I'd check a book out and go for some nookie."

Sam facepalmed.

A few hours later, Sam and Opal met up with Dean at one of the tables in the middle of the library.

"Okay, what'd you two get?" Dean asked.

"Nothing," Sam said, "I couldn't find any books."

Dean looked at Opal.

"I found a little blog story thing online but that's about it," she said.

"Well, I got nothing," Dean admitted.

"What'd Bobby say?" Sam asked.

"He's never heard of it," Dean replied, "He said he'll call me if he finds something."

"Well, it seems like an urban myth, like Bloody Mary," Sam said thoughtfully.

Opal placed her printed copy of the blog on the table in front of them.

"This is what I found from the blog," she said, "It doesn't give any specific names or anything, but it tells you the history of our mystery baby and his psycho mommy."

Dean and Sam poured over the information.

"It's a start," Sam said.

"It's not a lead, but it's all we've got so far," Dean agreed.

"I'll try to find the mom's name," Opal said, "And maybe we can find the looney bin she probably died in."

Sam and Dean nodded as Opal got up and headed towards a row of computers.

Sam's eyes lingered on her shapely backside, then lowered their gaze to her thighs and legs.

He suddenly pictured a scene with those beautiful legs wrapped around his waist as he...

Sam flushed at the vivid picture and blinked rapidly to clear his head.

Dean looked at his brother knowingly.

"Need a drink?" he asked.

Sam nodded.

"Shower, too?"

"Oh yeah," Sam confirmed.

Dean chuckled at his brother's honesty, a little surprised he didn't deny it like he'd been doing recently.

He watched Sam lean back in his seat and run a hand through his hair.

Dean grinned.

It was starting to become a habit, Sam messing with his hair like that.

Sam closed his eyes in attempt to clear his head, and Dean said something that killed it.

"She's got a nice ass, too."

Sam threw a magazine at Dean's face and tackled him.

So much for peace and quiet.