The Impala hummed beneath you as Dean drove. The cool night air whipped through the open windows, sending goosebumps racing over your skin. You shifted in your seat, trying to ignore the way the air between you and Dean seemed to tense. Dean's hand rested on the seat, his fingers dangerously close to your thigh. "You've been quiet," His voice was low, rough. He didn't look at you, but the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth told you he knew exactly what he was doing. "Just enjoying the drive." He glanced over briefly and his green eyes catching yours. There was something in the way he looked at you, like he was daring you. You shifted again, pressing your thighs together as if that would do anything to relieve the tension building in the pit of your stomach. Dean's smirk deepened as his eyes flicked back to the road. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. "Well, don't keep me in suspense." "Maybe I'm waiting for you to make a move, Dean." His grip on the wheel tightened, his knuckles going white. Without a word, Dean abruptly pulled the car off the road. He turned to you. "You really wanna play this game?" You leaned in, your lips hovering just shy of his, close enough to feel his breath on your skin.