Haven sighed as she and the Winchesters reached their motel room.

"I call first shower!" She called out. The brothers groaned.

"I've got more blood on me than you do," Dean argued. Haven smirked.

"That means my shower will be shorter than yours. Get over it," she replied. She walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She didn't notice that the door popped back open a little bit. But Dean did. He sat on his bed and noticed that he could see Haven's back through the gap. He blushed as he watched her slide off her jeans, her black lace panties soon following. His blood rushed south as her plaid shirt and bra disappeared, too.

"Son of a bitch," Dean hissed quietly. Haven stepped into the shower and turned on the water without closing the curtain. She started to hum as she washed her hair. Dean felt his growing erection press tightly against his jeans. "Sammy, I'm taking my shower next.

"Whatever. Just make sure there's enough hot water for me," Sam answered. Dean's attention was back on Haven in an instant. She had moved on to washing her body and Dean thought he'd lose it right then and there. Her eyes slid shut as she slid her hands over her breasts and across her stomach. He bit his lip to hold back a moan as her hand ghosted over her womanhood. He shifted, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He palmed the bulge in his jeans as he watched the soap slide down her body. She finished her shower and wrapped a towel around her body and another around her hair. Dean stood and headed to the bathroom as soon as she walked out. But he was stopped short.

"Next time you should join me instead of just watching," Haven smirked. Dean flushed deeply and hurried to take care of his "problem".