Note: This chapter has been edited from it's original form for compliance with the M rating on FanFiction. For the full, MA version of this chapter please visit this same story on Archive of Our Own. The story title and chapter title are the same. The author name is DeepLittleSOB. The link to my Dashboard is in my profile.


"Where are we?" Lizzy asks as the car comes to a stop in the middle of a darkened dirt road a few miles from Bobby's yard. There's only one street light on the short, dead end stretch of backwoods street and Dean parks right underneath it.

"We are at a little road that I know for a fact no one ever comes down." Dean grins reassuringly at her.

"And how did you come across this little road of yours?"

"Doesn't matter," Dean pushes aside. No need to get into the story of the drunk chick he brought here while visiting Bobby and on Hell's most wanted list. Didn't seem like the right timing. "Point is, we're all alone out here. And you owe me." Shit eating grin firmly in place, he knows she's still feeling bad for getting a little over zealous earlier.

"Yes I do," she smiles as she crawls over the few feet between them in the front seat. She brushes her fingers across the now blackened skin around his eye before bringing her lips to his and kissing him with all intentions of getting things going. The moment's perfect. They were by themselves, the Doors were playing on the radio, and they were in a comfortable, familiar place. In her eyes, time to get down to business.

"Wait," Dean stops her and gently pushes her by the shoulders until she's back in her seat. "Get out."

"Of the car?" she asks in half laugh.

"No, the spaceship. Yeah, the car. Get out." Dean ejects the tape currently running. "And give me your iPod."

With a leery look his way, Lizzy reaches into her jacket pocket for her prized possession and hands it over with hesitation.

"Ok, now… out. And leave the door open."

She does as he asks, standing at the side of the car.

"Stand in front of the car!" Dean calls out through the open door as he connects the IPod to the transmitter he now somewhat begrudgingly keeps in the glove box. Finding the exact song he was looking for, he looks out the windshield to see her looking in at him while the headlights illuminate her form.

Smiling huge, Dean hopes she's left her shame back at Bobby's. She decked him good and he's gonna cash in on this little deal big time. He presses play and waits for her reaction.

"You're kidding right?" she asks with distain the second she hears the intro start of White Snake's 'Here I Go Again'.

"Not at all," Dean says to her as he leans out the driver's side window so she can hear him. "Come on, Tawny Kitaen. Get your ass up on the car."

"That's the fucking lamest thing you've ever asked me to do," Lizzy says with a serious face, though Dean swears there's a hint of a smile on her lips. If that's true, he can make this work.

"Lame? No way! You do this, you're like officially the most amazing chick that ever lived."

"I'm already the most amazing chick that ever lived, dumb-dumb," she challenges with her arms crossed over her chest.

Ok, she got him there. "Just imagine how much you'll pull ahead of the rest if you make a young man's dream come true like this."

"There's a young man here!?" Lizzy jokingly asks while rapidly searching around the area. "Where!?" She checks under the car before a slick smile spreads across her lips.

"Ha-fucking-ha," Dean mocks. "I get it. You're too shy to do it. I mean, you say you were a dancer for most of your life, yet I've never seen you do much. Hell, you could be lying for all I know."

"Reverse psychology isn't gonna work on me, Hot Shot." Lizzy lifts an eyebrow. Alright, she does kinda want to do it deep down. Once in a lifetime right? She just wishes she drank more before they left. A good buzz would have made this way more fun… and a little easier.

"Ok then, do it for my eye. It still hurts like a bitch and looking at something like that would really make it feel better." He gives her the same pouty face she always give him when asking for something that she thinks she'll get denied and she roll she eyes.

"Now I'm not too sure how worth it hitting you was," Lizzy says with a contradictory smile as she shrugs out of her jacket. She tosses it on the ground as Dean settles back into his seat.

"Holy shit, it worked," he says quietly to himself as his eyes are glued to her. Lizzy, in her long-sleeved Henley and torn up, tight, faded blue jeans tucked into her black combat boots, begins her crawl up the hood of the car towards him, taking her time and being borderline-corny with it. She couldn't resist.

Once she makes it up to the windshield right in front of Dean, she leans forward and presses her lips to the glass, sending him a kiss and a wink as she turns sideways. Lying on her back across the car where the hood meets the bottom of the windshield, she stretches out her body. Taking her time, moving slowly and arching her back with her arms above her head, she turns slowly to meet his gaze. The lusty grin on his face paired with the green glint in his eyes are enough. Already worth it.

"Oh…. Yeah…." Dean drawls out as Lizzy grasps the bottom of her shirt and peels it up over her head and off. As it drops to the ground down the side of the car, she arches her back once more as she slowly sits up, her head dropped back as she does. She unlaces her boots and kicks them off, followed by her socks. Wanting to do this right, she keeps on going. If she was going to pull off some 80's rock video moves, tight jeans just aren't going to cut it.

Lying back once more, she looks back at Dean as she runs her hands down her body, starting with her bra-covered breasts and working down her stomach. She lets her fingers dip quickly under the top of her pants, watching Dean lean forward over the steering wheel for a better look, before unbuttoning them. She pushes her hips high in the air, her feet and upper back the only things touching the car, and she lowers her jeans down over her hips, slowing over her ass just a little, before sitting up to completely get rid of them.

"Oh my God," Dean once more talks to himself, his pants feeling a bit tighter than they had just been moments before. "Still don't deserve her."

Once only wearing her black booty short panties, the kind Dean loved because her ass cheeks peeked out so perfectly from them, and her black bra that framed her just so damn well, she rolls onto her side, her head propped up casually by her arm and her top leg bent in front of her, she send him a sexy little smile.

"How'm I doing?" she asks through the windshield.

"L, you're doing awesome."

She smiles wide with his clear enjoyment and moves to crawl up the windshield until she disappears from Dean's view onto the roof. He's only confused for a split second. Before he knows it, her legs are coming through the open driver's side window. She drops down into his lap once she makes it back into the car. She straddles him and laughs a little when she sits on the steering wheel on her way, causing it to honk. Once settled nicely in his lap, she grabs the sides of his neck and aggressively pulls him in, her lips landing hard onto his. Ok, so maybe this wasn't just for Dean after all. There was always something hot to her about the way Dean's eyes would watch her. He tends to look at her a certain way when they were alone, a way that melted her completely, a way that made her want him. And most importantly, a way that made her want to get at least a little naughty with it most of the time.

"Mm, sorry," Lizzy apologizes when she finally ends the kiss. "Couldn't stay away. The way you were staring at me… damn." She reaches behind herself to unhook her bra.

"Yeah, I don't care," Dean very quickly says and pulls her back in by a hand on the back of her head, his lips finding her neck. She slips her bra off while pressed against him.

"Oh yes!" she shouts when 'Talk Dirty to Me' starts playing loudly and she backs away. "My 'Sing It from the Hair' playlist?" Her eyes are wide and bright with excitement.

"Seemed only appropriate." Dean looks her over, her lips swollen from her harsh kisses and wearing next to nothing, her perfect breasts practically staring him in the eye. He sighs. It is possible to be happy in the midst of the Apocalypse… who knew?

"I can't let a good song go to waste," she grins out with a little edge as she starts to lean out the driver's side window, hoisting herself up and out. Once she's disappeared onto the Impala's roof again, she leans over the edge so just her head is in the window upside-down. "You know the view from out here is a little better. You should probably come out."

She disappears again and Dean cranks the volume and opens the door. Shutting it behind him, he looks up at her. She's sitting on the roof, legs hanging down over the windshield and spread apart, as she leans forward and stares him down hungrily.

"Stand in front of the car."

Walking over as she asks, Dean never takes his eyes off of her. The yellow glow of the streetlight casts down on her, making shadows play across her skin as she moved. It's been over two and a half years since he's met her, over a year of being with her nearly every day. He's never gotten tired of her or her body, not for a second. In fact he's never wanted her more. The days go by and he finds himself pulled even harder toward her. The sun sets and he swears he loves her more than when the sun came up that very morning. For the first time he thinks that maybe he didn't get himself in too deep with her. He used to be worried about that, about how invested he was becoming in her and how one woman held so much power over him. Now, well now he doesn't feel a need to fight it. He knows she's got him in the palm of her hand and, shockingly, he's ok with that.

"It's fucking freezing out," Lizzy smirks to him. "You're lucky I love you."

"Only been lucky once in my life," Dean admits to her with a genuine smile.

"Or maybe it's just blessed," she laughs, finally coming to terms with the whole angel-molding she went through during her formative years.

"Angels do seem to have a way of making awesome women, don't they?"

"That they do," Lizzy returns with that same, sexy little smile from before and turns around on her bottom, her back facing him with her bent legs apart before she raises her arms high in the air. Arching her back, she lowers herself in a backbend, her hands touching the windshield first, followed by her head and back. As she lays down over the glass, Lizzy brings her legs up into the air, straightening them together before opening them wide. Once her legs are out to her sides, level with her hips in a perfect center split, Dean audibly groans.

"God damn," he mutters to himself. He knows she's flexible but seeing this, her legs in a one hundred and eighty degree angle, an upside-down straddle, it's too damn good. He's never pushed her this far. He definitely should have by now...