Dean and you were best friends and were going to a party. You got a ride with your friends, but the car was too full, so you had to ride on Dean's lap. On the way to the party, there were a lot of potholes in the street, making you move a little in Dean's lap. His hands tightened on his hips with each movement, Dean's breathing was starting to become ragged with his movements. He pulled her closer, pressing his hands to her hips, his head falling back on the seat as he muttered to himself.

"Holy shit, this is driving me crazy." He murmured hoarsely and breathlessly, his hands squeezing your hips even tighter.