Dean followed Abigail's direction and then soon found themselves parked over looking the ridge. Dean could alone guess that this is what the kids in the town called "lookout point". Making his earlier assumption that this was a bad idea even more correct. "So Abigail what's up with this?"
"This is a place where dreams come true?" Abigail said relaxing against the back of the seat. "So Dean-o got any dreams that I can make come true?" She giggled.
"Abs, I think you're drunk." Dean told her cutting the engine.
"I know." She laughed again. "It's a great feeling."
After sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes Dean watched her adjust to get more comfortable. "Are you ready to head home?"
"But you didn't even get to see the ridge yet." Abigail said, before opening her door and walking around to his. Pulling open Dean's door she grabbed his hand and pulled him from the car leading him over to the railing surrounding the ridge. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"It's really dark. Cant see that much of it." Dean joked. "So Abigail getting tired?"
"Dean do you want to go home?" Abigail asked, "I know your old Dean but I thought that even you could stay up past midnight." Abigail inched her way closer to Dean, gently leaning her hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Come on sunshine, lets get you home and into bed." Dean said wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders leading her back to the car. Opening her door Dean waited until she was safely inside before closing the door and walking around to his side. By the time he sat in the driver's seat Abigail had found her way into the backseat.
"There's more room back here, I can stretch out." Abigail said lying across the seat, lifting her arms above her head her shirt lifting to expose her toned stomach. "Okay Jeeves home please." She called sitting up in the backseat leaning forward resting her head on her hands on the seat.
"Home it is." Dean said before starting the car and shifting it into gear. After a few minutes on the road Abigail lowered on of her hands onto Dean's shoulder, pulling herself so her chest was leaning against the seat. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," mumbled Abigail before she lightly kissed his neck. She dragged her tongue lightly between kisses up from Dean's neck slowly up to his ear. Dean gripped the wheel tighter as Abigail's lips seduced his ear, trying to keep his composure and keep his mind on the road.
"Abigail what are you doing?" Dean said through gritted teeth.
"What you aren't enjoying this?" She smiled making her way back to his neck.
"Abigail you need to stop." Dean said with a little more force this time. "I'm not joking around here."
Abigail continued her pursuit on Dean's neck. Starting to lose his focus on the road, Dean pulled over on the side of the deserted dirt road. "It's about time you stopped the car." Abigail said grabbing a hold of Dean's arms and pulling him over the seat next to her. With some effort Dean was now sitting in the back seat next to Abigail who looked ready to pounce. "Dean I think I might be drunk."
Dean had to laugh at her. It almost made him forget the fact that he was supposed to be the adult here. "Miss Abigail I do believe you are correct."
"So what are you going to do about it?" Abigail said shifting her weight onto her knees so she towered over him, but not before hitting her head on the ceiling. "Ow!"
"Careful there babe." Dean said rubbing the top of her head, letting his hand run down the side of her face running his thumb along her cheek.
"Dean, how come you won't kiss me?" Abigail whined before sliding on leg over his lap straddling him. "You know I like you, so what's the problem?"
Abigail continued to shift her position on his lap causing Dean's hands to reach out and still her moving body. "The reason Abs is because you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying."
"I know exactly what I'm saying." She said before pressing her lips to his. Dean let out a muffled protest giving Abigail a chance to purse his mouth more fully. It only took a few more seconds before Dean's rational thought went out the window, and he was kissing her back.
Abigail's hands made their way down Dean's sculpted chest reaching for the bottom edge of his shirt running her hands under it to feel the bare muscles of his stomach. Dean placed one hand at the small of her back pulling her body closer to his, while his other hand became tangled in her hair kissing her with more force. Dean carefully ran his hands over her warm skin of her abdomen working her shirt up along the way. Abigail unwrapped her arms from around his neck and helped him get her shirt over her head. Once the article of clothing had cleared her mouth he stopped holding the shirt in place covering Abigail's eyes. A smirked appeared across Dean's face and he saw Abigail struggle to take the shirt off her face. Dean placed a simple kiss on her lips before pulling back to let his moth hover next to hers.
"Dean, I know you're still right in front of me. So stop teasing me and kiss me already." She whimpered. Dean didn't have to be told twice and crashed his lips back to her allowing her to finally pull the shirt off of her body. Leaving her exposed to his gaze. The kissing quickly resumed again and this time it was Abigail's time to do the teasing. Leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw she reaches to a spot of his neck gently nipping at his skin.
Dean brought his hands back to her hips running his hands up and down along her jeans. The voice in the back of his head was telling him to put the brakes on this, but the rest of him had other motives. Leaning his head back against the seat, Dean tried to take a calming breath and relax.
"What's wrong?" Abigail said noticing that he wasn't participating anymore. While she was waiting for his answers she made her way back to his neck, which was now fully exposed due to his new position.
"We need to get home, it's late and you have school in the morning." Dean said opening the back door and sliding out. Leaning up against the car to try and calm his nerves and other parts of his body before getting back in the car. Abigail was now sitting in the front seat attempting to pull her shirt back on. The abrupt stop of activities had seemed to sober Abigail right up. They rode in silence back to the boarding house. Dean had barley rolled to a stop before Abigail jumped out of the car quietly making her way up to her room.
At this point in time Abigail didn't care whether or not she woke up the other guest or if her grandmother heard her or not. Grabbing her pajama's off her dresser she quickly changed climbing into her bed, for what she was sure would be a sleepless night.
Dean took a few minutes to calm himself, praying that Sam was already asleep. He could just tell Sam the truth with the exception of the roadside detour. Making his way into the house Dean found the house deathly silent, and he was thankful for that. Quietly enter his room he found it dark with the exception of the glow from Sam's computer screen. He quickly stripped of his shoes jeans and shirt before crawling into bed. He knew in the morning he was going to have to talk with Abigail. And it was going to change everything.
Everything.
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