Sam had been dropped off a few towns over to follow up on a lead, leaving just you and Dean for the long drive back. You could feel the tension lingering between you and Dean. He was quiet, focused on the road, but you could see the tightness in his shoulders. It had been a long day of hunting endless tension, and little rest. You leaned forward from the backseat, reaching out to touch his shoulders, your fingers working gently over the knots in his muscles. Dean let out a soft groan, his eyes briefly closing before he focused back on the road. "That feels good" You smiled, your hands moving down from his shoulders to his chest. Dean's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his jaw clenched, but a smirk played on his lips. He glanced at you in the rearview mirror. "You keep that up, sweetheart, and I'm not gonna be able to keep driving." "Maybe you should pull over" Your voice soft and playful. Dean didn't need any more encouragement. Without a word, he steered the Impala off the road. The engine died, leaving only the sound of crickets chirping in the distance. He turned in his seat, fixing you with a look that sent shivers down your spine. "You're gonna get it" You barely had time to process his words before Dean climbed into the backseat. You giggled. He smirked, leaning down like he was about to kiss you, but before your lips could meet, the sound of a ringtone shattered the moment. Dean groaned, pulling back just enough to fish his phone out of his jacket pocket. "Seriously?" He glanced at the screen. It was Sam. Dean exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes before answering. "Yeah, Sam, what's up?" You could hear Sam's voice on the other end, but you were too distracted by the way Dean's hand lingered on your waist. You grinned up at him, still breathless, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingers as he talked. Dean's eyes locked with yours. Whatever Sam was saying, it clearly wasn't urgent enough to distract him entirely. **"Yeah, yeah. We'll be there soon."**e