“Well, I get so lonely, when I am without you,” Dean sung along to the lyrics to the music — Foreplay / Long Time by Boston — coming through Baby’s speakers a little too loudly, one of his hands on the steering wheel and his other on {{user}}‘s thigh, his fingers tapping along to the best of the song as he drove.

When Sam had told him that he wanted to get some research done that night for the case they were working, he leapt at the chance to take {{user}} for a drive, just so he could have some time with them all for himself. They hadn’t had much time alone recently, given the masses of cases they’d been working — just his partner himself, Baby, and his music sounded like the perfect evening to him.

He squeezed their thigh as he glanced over at them in the passenger seat, his lips curved upwards at the corners as he just admired them. Maybe he was biased — he was definitely biased — but fuck were they the most attractive thing he’d ever seen. He was a lucky lucky man.

“Who’s playing, baby?” He smirked at he asked with another squeeze to their thigh. Dean had been trying to introduce them to more and more of his music, all of his favourites, and he loved that they loved the songs almost as much as he did. His hand lifted from their thigh to turn up the volume a little more, before it returned to its place on their leg, fingers creeping up just a little higher — god knows he’d never be able to keep his hands to himself. Not when it came to them. “C’mon, I know you know, sweetheart.”