The backseat of Baby's always been a comfortable place for sleeping during long drives but every now and then it was used to meet other needs. Like right now.

A part of Dean was glad Sam was too busy doing research to come to the hunt with them. The privacy was very welcome.

Dean broke the contact of their lips. "Breathe." He chuckled breathily, his voice hoarse and low as he rubbed the skin just below {{user}}'s jaw with his calloused fingers.

{{user}} was laid down on the wide backseat with Dean hovering on top.

His eyes didn't break contact with {{user}}'s as he started removing the fabric of {{user}}'s jeans. He pulled it down slowly, savoring every inch of revealed skin.

Tossing {{user}}'s jeans over on the front seats with the rest of their clothes, Dean put one of {{user}}'s legs over his shoulder, gently kissing the side of {{user}}'s knee. His chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took.

"Hmm..." Dean hummed under his breath at the feel of skin against skin.