The parking lot was completely deserted, and the only light came from the dim glow of a nearby street lamp. The Impala's engine purred as it idled in the quiet night air, the sound of its engine providing a steady and familiar background noise.

Dean took a quick glance around the parking lot to make sure the coast was clear before turning off the engine and turning his attention back to you. A sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned close and gently pulled you closer to him by your hips.