You drifted slowly back to consciousness, the steady growl of the Impala's engine and the motion of the car coming to a gentle halt. The late day sunlight that had been filtering through the windshield was also gone, and you let your eyes open to see the interior of the bunker garage just as Dean shifted in his seat a little, tilting your face up with one hand as the other covered your breast, squeezing gently as he kissed you. "Hey, sleepyhead. We're home. What's wrong, sweetheart? Did I wear you out?" he teased, his lips brushing over yours as he smiled.

You smiled back, nipping at his bottom lip before running your tongue over it. "Oh, don't start something you don't want to finish, 'agent,'" you replied in a husky whisper, dragging your fingernails softly up the inside of his thigh.

"Hmmm..." he hummed against your lips as the tip of his tongue parried with yours, then backed up a bit, pulling his plush bottom lip through his teeth with his tongue, dragging it back out as you watched, breathless, wanting. "When have you ever known me not to finish what I start?" he responded, his voice a whiskey and honey drawl that sent a rush of heat through you, right to your core.

"Dean," you managed to whisper roughly as he crushed his lips to yours, his fingers deftly undoing buttons as the other hand moved under your shirt and behind your back to unclasp your bra. You gladly shed the barriers between you, helping him remove his shirt as well, your hands roaming over every newly exposed inch of his skin. He was kneading at your breast, his kiss growing more demanding, and he opened his hand to rub his palm over your nipple as you arched your back into the friction. He stopped kissing you, his breath coming hard and fast, and looked into your eyes for a moment, his own eyes dark with hunger. Then he bent you back a little against his arm and attacked your breasts with his lips, and teeth, and tongue, his hand moving under your skirt and between your legs, his fingertips trailing through your already slick folds, your previously decimated panties already on the floor from your earlier encounter.

"Damn, Liz... Baby, I need you..." he growled against your breast, sucking almost desperately on your erect nipple. "I need you now..."

"Back seat," you managed to say, your voice breathless and faint, and Dean stopped what he was doing for a moment, opening the door and taking your hand.

You stepped out of the car and into his arms, and he reached behind you to unzip your skirt, letting it drop to the concrete floor of the garage. He let his hands glide over your hips, goosebumps raising over your skin and your nipples tightening even more in the cool air. You ran your hands down over his chest to his belly, almost desperately fumbling with the button and zipper on his pants, and pushing his boxers down along with them as he stepped out of them, kicking them back out of the way. He backed you towards the car, reaching for the handle to the back door and urging you inside as he followed, his hands never leaving your body, his eyes narrowing a little at your gasp when your skin made contact with the chilly leather of the back seat.

"I'll warm you up, baby," he whispered, putting a hand behind your knee to lift and rest your leg against the back of the seat, moving the other foot to the floor. He bent to take a nipple between his teeth, sucking on it hard as he flicked his tongue over its sensitive surface, his fingers first stroking over and then plunging into you as you bucked up against him.

"Please..." you whimpered, and he groaned at the need in your voice, removing his hand to guide his aching cock to your entrance.

"Liz... God..." he growled as he held himself back, entering you slowly, fighting to restrain his urge to pound into you like an animal. "Baby, I don't know if I can be gentle..."

"I don't want you to be," you ground out between clenched teeth, fingers digging into the back of the leather seat, bracing yourself as you watched his upper lip give the slightest little twitch before he drove himself into your welcoming heat, drawing back and slamming home once more before holding still. He slid both hands up your thighs, reaching your hips and gripping you, baring his teeth with a soft hiss as he looked to you, his chest heaving. You ran your tongue over your lips and nodded once, then hung on for dear life as he let himself go. You used the floor as leverage to meet him thrust for thrust, grunts and harsh breathing the only sound in the car as it rocked with your motion.

A hoarse shout tore from your throat as your body clenched itself around his length, and you fought to keep him inside you as your legs wrapped themselves tight around his waist. "Liz... fuck, baby, you feel so damn good," he was growling, almost driving the top of your head into the door, and you put your hands behind you, pushing back with all your might as the violent shudders of your orgasm erased any conscious thought, leaving you with nothing but savage sensation and blinding, mindless ecstasy.

One long, endless groan from Dean signaled his end, the sound becoming a feral growl as he held himself inside you, throbbing, pumping the heat of his climax into you until he lowered himself, exhausted, resting his forehead on the seat beside your head. You could feel the vibrations of the frantic beating of his heart against your shoulder, and you surrounded him with your arms, your fingertips trailing over the smooth skin of his back, now covered with slowly cooling sweat.

You ran your fingers up through the soft, short hair at the nape of his neck, sending a shiver through him as you kissed his shoulder. He lifted himself up weakly on one elbow, then bent to kiss you softly, his lips and tongue caressing yours languidly, contentedly.

"I suppose we should get dressed and get inside before Sammy comes looking for us, huh?" he whispered.

You gave him a wan smile in answer. "I suppose."

"Maybe we'll just unpack and spend the rest of the night in bed."

"Dean, that's the best idea I've heard all day."

He looked down at you, one hand gently cupping your cheek as he bent to kiss you softly, a sexy smirk curving his lips. "The best idea?"

You let out a soft giggle as he grinned. "Okay. The best idea since your last idea." You ran a fingertip over his lips, feeling it in the pit of your belly as he sucked the tip into the moist heat of his mouth. "Because your last idea was one hell of an idea."