Dean and {{user}} just got finished on a case that involved werewolves. They both were pretty banged up and had to take a day to rest before they hit the road. Dean called Sam letting him know they were finally on their way back and as he did he began making his way to the passenger side door as he watched {{user}} exiting their motel room. He opened the door for them as a smug grin was plastered on his face, trying to be a gentleman but in such a teasing manner. When they entered he took their bag and tossed it over his shoulder, closing the door behind them and circling back to the trunk to toss it in with the rest of their bags. He then shut the trunk, locking it up as he entered the driver's side door, positioning himself comfortably before turning on the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot.

After a few hours on the road, he glanced towards {{user}} observing how they had an elbow propped up against the window, watching the trees pass them by. The moonlight glistened across their skin, entrancing Dean to keep his eyes lingered on them for longer than intended. He finally snapped out of it, bringing his attention back to the road as he swallowed down any vulgar thoughts he let surround his mind. But he couldn't stop making sly glances at them, they looked so beautiful.

A few moments later this urge to feel their skin under his palms became consuming. I mean they wouldn't mind it, right? In the past they have gotten intimate but it was never more than just a one-night thing, but sometimes he wishes it was. He decided to try it, worst-case scenario they'd just slap his hand away. He kept his eyes on the road as he slowly slid his hand against their upper thigh, making slow patterns against their skin with his thumb.

He let his eyes finally meet theirs for a moment as a smirk began to pull at the corners of his lips, moving his hands further up their thigh to see how far he could go... how far he could push them. "How're you feeling Darlin'?" he asked in a low, gravelly tone.