After a successful supply run, Baby carried Dean and I smoothly down the highway back to the bunker. The night air was chilly, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the sweet cherry popsicle I had convinced Dean to let me buy. The cool juice from the treat felt good running down my throat, and the red coloring stained my lips and tongue. It was still another thirty minutes before we would reach the bunker, so I decided to go ahead to eat my treat before it melted in the backseat and turned the groceries sticky. Dean hummed softly to the loud thrum of Blue Oyster Cult that blared throughout the car. Sam had stayed back at the bunker with Cas to try to find a new case we could dig into. It was a good night, a calm one for once.

C'mon baby,
Don't fear the reaper.
Baby take my hand.
Don't fear the reaper.
We'll be able to fly.
Don't fear the reaper
Baby, I'm your man.

Oh God, I loved this song. Dean knew it, too. We both shared a lot in common. Both hunters, both enjoyed whiskey, both loved older rock, and both felt this deep, undeniable connection towards each other. I had been hunting with the Winchesters for  two years now, since the night the pulled my half-mauled body from a vampires nest in Maryland. My wounds had long since healed, but the scars would be there the rest of my life. I didn't have any family, no friends I could go to, so Sam and Dean agreed to let me live with them until I could get back on my feet. And, I just kinda never left. They helped me create a home within their insane lives, and I was grateful to them for that.
I was so deep in thought, though, that I didn't notice to cold, sticky red fluid run down my hand until half of my popsicle fell over and plopped right onto the crotch of my lap. I hissed suddenly at the cold, and lifted my butt up off the seat in a failed attempt to keep the red juice from dripping onto Baby's leather seat. Dean saw the mess, and immediately pulled over. He threw the car in park, and turned the radio down.
"You okay?" He asked, pure concern painting his expression.
"I'm fine." I sighed, "Just cold and sticky."
I opened the passenger door, and swung my legs out, cringing at the sticky feeling that had soak through my jean, and most likely, my underwear. Dean got out, and walked around to my side, pulling a handkerchief out of his back pocket. I threw the rest of my ruined treat on the ground as the stood in front of me, handing me the rag. I attempted to rub the mess off of me, but it only made it worse.
"I'm really sorry about the seat, Dean. I'll clean it in a second." I said.
His large hands came down, and took the rag from me.
"Don't worry about it. Let's just get you cleaned up, then I'll worry about the seat."
He, too, attempted to wipe up the stickiness. But, had no more luck than I did. His rough hand dragged the handkerchief up and down the inner thigh of my leg, while his other hand held my hip to keep me in place. He was rubbing extremely close to my core, which made me nervous . His brow furrowed in concentration, and he bite his lip as he rubbed the fabric till it was warm.
It wasn't until I shifted my legs a bit that he realized how close he was. The rubbing slowed, then stopped completely. Slowly, Dean's head raised up until his gorgeous green eyes met mine. Blushing deeply, I swallowed, but wasn't able to take my eyes off of him. A smirk played in his lips, and a soft chuckle erupted from that taut throat of his.
"You know what, I have a better idea on how to clean this up."
His hands clasped my knees, and jerked them suddenly apart. His head ducked low, and his mouth came straight onto the crotch off my pants, sucking harshly. I gasped slightly, squeezing my eyes shut as he licked the sweet mess from the fabric of my jeans. Those strong fingers gripped my thighs, holding them in place.
He made quick work of my pants, suddenly unbuttoning them and yanking them from my legs.
The cool night air hit my bare skin, making me whimper. His face came up, connecting his soft lips to mine. That sweet, cherry-flavored tongue invaded my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, loving the smell and taste of him. His finger brushed my core as he reached for the waistband of my underwear. I shivered, shifting my hips closer to him.
He broke the kiss, sliding the last piece of soaked, sticky fabric from my sex. Dropping to his knees, his face became level with it. He stared for a moment, and inhaled sharply. It scared me. Did he not like what he saw? Was mine weird? Ugly maybe? Was he appalled? Would he stop and tell me to dress again?
All these thought were running through my head, until his tongue dipped slowly into my lower lips, wriggling a bit on my clit. I moaned loudly, hearing a muffled "Dear God..." Leave his preoccupied lips. My eyes rolled back as he pushed his tongue into me, fucking me with the wet organ.
"Dean! A-ah!" I cried, tangling my finger in his short hair. God, he knew what he was doing. A thumb came up, circling my swollen clit as his other hand trail up my shirt and into my bra. His tongue came out, licking around my pussy to lap up all the ruminants of the sweet, red treat that started it all. I nearly screamed when he took my clit gently between his teeth and stroked it with his tongue.
His hand kneaded my breast, squeezing it in time to his licks. The knot in my stomach quickly grew, and before I could comprehend what was happening, I released. My hands held his face down as I rode out my orgasm against his mouth. As my high began to fall, I slumped forward, letting Dean catch my weak body. He chuckled, rubbing my back and kissing my hair. I pulled my head back, and smiled at him.
"Now, I'm gonna pull a spare pair of pants out of the trunk real fast, clean the seat up, and then we'll drive home." He chuckled, then pulled my forward till his lips were at my ear.
"But when we get home, I'm going to punish you for dirtying my car in the first place."
I smiled, "Only if you promise to make sure I can't walk tomorrow." I mused, shooting him a flirtatious wink as he stood up to grab the jeans from the trunk. This was going to be a long night.

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Thanks to CasDeanSammy for the idea! I told you I would, babe! ;P Thanks for reading!