Dean was feeling everything he didn't want to and {{user}}'s closeness wasn't helping. Like at all.

He was trying so hard to keep his gaze off {{user}}'s lips and it was getting harder and harder by each passing second.

Dean's jaw was clenched tight, his emerald green eyes almost twinkling. He knew damn well this was probably a bad idea. These kinds of stuff never ended well. For anyone.

Dean chuckled. "This is messed up." He wanted to do it so badly. Right there in his car. "You. Me. Baby."