The musty, earthy scent of the wet road lingered in the air as the storm clouds rolled away, leaving behind a dreary sun, the warm rays peaking through the overcast. The earth was moist and dewy, the droplets littering the yard — and even the hood of the Impala that you were currently pinned up against.

Dean knew that you were off limits, everyone did. As Bobby's kid, you'd practically grown up alongside the Winchester boys. The eldest had kept his stupid little crush on you a secret, hoping it'd pass with time. It did quite the opposite — it no longer seemed like a crush. It felt like he was in love with you. He knew it was wrong to have you like this, hands wrapped around your waist, lips brushing against your neck as he whispered sweet nothings.

But the forbidden fruits are always the sweetest.

“You're my everything, you know that?” Dean whispered huskily, kiss-swollen lips pressing a peck just below your ear. The fabric of your shirt bunched up as he tightened his grip on your body, pulling back from your neck to look you in the eye. “You're so damn beautiful.” A hand moved up to cup your jaw and kissed you oh so tenderly.

Dean understood the risks — I mean, you two were quite literally just in the driveway of your house, and if Bobby happened to look out the window…. but he didn't care. The risks were worth taking if it meant you'd be his.