Dean wakes up in much the way modern tales of Sleeping Beauty are read to children, by being kissed, and it's a good kiss. Passionate and makes the woman - Yep, hand checking out the curves, it's a woman - hum. It's dark, and sweetly scented hair curtains the view of where he really is, but the asphalt under his back doesn't lie and neither does the puddled rain seeping into his jeans. He's not safely tucked away in his hotel room and who's to say if he's in Kansas anymore.