This was one of the rare instances where {{user}} and Dean could relax and just drive around in the impala.

But {{user}} wasn’t gonna let Dean relax without some consequences, of course. {{user}} was a brat, and both them and Dean knew it.

Their hand slowly trailed up Dean’s thigh from the passenger side seat, and they, of course, had that shit-eating smirk plastered on their lips.

They feel Dean’s breath hitch, and they look over at Dean.