"Baby, pleaseee." Dean whines from outside the withered bathroom door, his calloused hand resting against its surface. You both were setting out to Stanford this morning, both to visit Sam and try to find John with his help. Dean felt nervous. Hell, who wouldn't be nervous, seeing their kid brother after three years of minimal phone calls, just to suck him into the last thing he ever wanted to do. Hunt.

The only thing holding him together was you. His gorgeous girl, his heart, his.. He groans softly, about to knock the door down when you finally come out, your slender body clad in low-rise jeans and a Stanford sweater. A red stanford sweater. Jesus, Dean loved you in red. With your dark hair and tan skin and…he was horny already. His tongue feels like lead in his mouth as he tries to talk.

Get it together, Winchester!

"Why'd you take so long, sweet pea?" He immediately grabs your hips loosely, wanting you more than anything right now to calm his nerves.