The Impala's engine hummed steadily, the road's white lines passing by in a blur, creating a monotonous rhythm. The tension inside the car, however, was palpable. Up front, Sam and Garth tried their best to hold a conversation about the latest case they were investigating – a possible werewolf sighting in the next town.
"But what about that witness? The one who said they saw the creature near the lake?" Garth inquired, pushing his glasses up his nose, a concerned look on his face.
"I'm not convinced," Sam replied, his deep voice calm. "Most of the accounts seem to stem from local legends, but it's worth looking into."
In the backseat, Dean and Rae sat as far from each other as the confined space would allow. Earlier, a heated argument had erupted between them, the details of which only the two of them knew. Their differences seemed vast in the silence of the car's interior.
Though Dean appeared aloof, he frequently stole glances at Rae. He noticed how the streetlights bathed her in a soft glow, illuminating the anguish on her face. She seemed lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the window, watching the world speed by.
Rae could feel Dean's glances her way. The argument was hours ago, but she was still pissed. "Got something to stare at, Winchester?!" She snapped.
Dean, taken aback by Rae's sudden confrontation, shifted uncomfortably. "Just... checking," he replied, his tone laced with uncertainty.
Rae scoffed, turning to look out the window. "Don't bother," she muttered.
The tension hung heavily in the air. The kind of tension that seemed to make every moment last an eternity. Garth, attempting to lighten the mood, interjected, "You guys sure do know how to make a simple drive memorable."
Sam chuckled softly, "You have no idea, Garth."
Dean clenched his jaw. He was no stranger to conflicts, but this one felt different. He took a deep breath, willing himself to find the right words. "Rae," he began, voice soft.
Rae, drained from both the hunt and the lingering resentment, cut Dean off, "Dean, just drop it."
Dean's expression darkened, a mix of frustration and concern. Rae's curt response stung. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words, not wanting the gap between them to widen further. Inside, he was battling between his own pride and the desire to mend things with Rae.
Every time Sam or Garth mentioned a detail about the case, Dean would quietly nod, showing he was following the conversation. Rae, too, listened attentively, her keen detective skills ever at play.
Garth tried to lighten the mood by recounting some of his own humorous experiences on hunts, exaggerating for effect. Sam laughed along, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror, hoping to see a sign that the tension between Dean and Rae was dissipating.
But the backseat was silent. Rae stared out of the window, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. Dean, meanwhile, kept his gaze straight ahead, occasionally clenching his jaw.
It was clear to Sam that both were hurting, but their stubbornness was getting in the way. Hoping to bridge the gap, Sam steered the conversation towards a case they had worked on together with Rae, highlighting the times when she and Dean had teamed up effectively.
"Yeah, remember that wendigo up in Colorado?" Garth chimed in. "Man, that was a close call! But you two, Dean and Rae, you guys made one hell of a team. Took that thing down like pros."
Dean's lips twitched into a half-smile, recalling the memory. Rae, however, remained stone-faced, but there was a slight softening in her eyes.
Garth, sensing the change in mood, continued with another story, this one involving a particularly tricky spirit and a hilariously misplaced salt circle. As he recounted the tale with his usual animated flair, Sam noticed Dean's posture relaxing a bit, his guard dropping as the story unfolded.
"You know what, I'm just gonna sleep," Rae announced, her anger softened from before but still had the men in the car on alert. "Nudge me when we get there." Suddenly, she shifted slightly, laying her head on Dean's lap.
Dean froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden intimacy after their heated exchange. He looked down at Rae, a mischievous look swimming in her eyes, daring him to comment. Dean audibly swallowed, instead. He knew exactly what was in Rae's mind.
"Garth, crank up the tunes, will ya?" Dean asked, a hint of urgency in his voice, his zipper coming undone. "Now!"
Raising an eyebrow but deciding not to question it, Garth cranked up the volume. "You got it, Dean," he replied, unaware of the situation in the backseat. Sam suppressed a chuckle, shaking his head slightly, while keeping his eyes on the road.
"I guess Rae must be really tired," Garth chuckled settling down in his seat completely misinterpreting the situation.
Sam smirked, "Yeah, coz hunting can be exhausting." He knew better than to comment further, especially with the charged atmosphere in the car. He shifted his focus back to the case, discussing details with Garth, and leaving Dean and Rae to whatever was happening in the backseat.
With the song, Ramble On, playing in the background and with Garth and Sam rambling on about the case, Dean tensed as Rae maneuvered him stealthily in the dark. He came alive as his zipper was coming undone and fully erect as she held and cupped him. One touch from her tongue and his mind went berserk. His grip tightened on the car seat, fingers digging into the leather. The mix of adrenaline from the hunt earlier, combined with Rae's unexpected advances, had his heart pounding loud enough he was sure the others could hear it. Trying his best to stay composed, he bit his lip to suppress any sound that threatened to escape.
Rae, sensing Dean's unease but also his fully awakened self in front of her, kept her pace slow and deliberate, teasing him just enough to keep him on edge but not enough to push him over. Her tongue barely grazing the tip, savoring the slick, salty taste. It was a dangerous game she was playing, but in that moment, the thrill was what she craved.
As she continued, she'd occasionally glance up, locking eyes with him, a sly grin playing on her lips. The combination of her touch and the mischief in her eyes was a potent mix, pushing Dean's self-control to its limits. She seemed to enjoy the effect she had on him, taking her time, drawing out every sensation, making him shiver.
Dean's grip on her hair tightened as he tried to gain control. But Rae's teasing had him wound up, and every motion, every flick of her tongue, made it harder for him to restrain himself. Her hair, silky and smooth, flowed through his fingers, offering him a lifeline to reality.
A sly smile curled at the corners of her lips, and a sultry shimmer flashed in her eyes, knowing full well she had Dean Winchester right where she wanted him. Dean inhaled sharply as Rae took him deeper, the sensation almost too much for him to bear. The close quarters of the car made the intimacy all the more intense.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean blurted suddenly, struggling to stay composed as Rae continued her stealthy assault. Her mouth working its magic between his legs. As a distraction, he turned his frustration to the unsuspecting hunter up front. "Seriously, dude?! Didn't you get all the intel from her?!""
Garth jumped, startled by Dean's sudden outburst. "Uh, what are you talking about, Dean?" He said, trying to play it cool and unaware of the situation unfolding in the backseat.
Sam glanced back, taking in the scene. Realizing what was happening, he tried to divert Garth's attention. "Yeah, Garth. We really need to focus on the case," he added quickly.
Rae suppressed a smirk, continuing her work as she relished in the effect she had on Dean.
Dean, meanwhile, struggled to regain his composure, attempting to focus on the case discussion. "Yeah, Garth," he added, voice strained. "We can't afford any mistakes right now."
Garth looked puzzled, "Sure thing, Dean. Just… keep it together, okay?"
Unbeknownst to Garth, "keeping it together" was proving to be an increasingly challenging task for Dean.
His breath hitched as Rae's actions intensified. Not only did she take all of him, her free hand began massaging and caressing what dangled in between. His knuckles turned white from gripping the car door tightly, and his eyes briefly closed in pleasure. He attempted to compose himself, biting down on his lower lip to prevent any more unexpected outbursts.
The internal battle raged on in Dean's mind. Part of him desperately wanted to ask Rae to stop; the backseat of the Impala with Sam and Garth present wasn't exactly the ideal setting for a blowjob. But the sensations were overwhelming, and with how she had taken him in, it was clear she was prepared to handle all of him.
He shot her a pleading look, his eyes full with lust. A low, involuntary moan escaped his lips only they could hear as she continued to tease him, making it harder for him to think rationally. His thoughts were consumed by the mounting pleasure, and he wondered just how much longer he could hold on before surrendering completely.
Rae continued bobbing her head, delighting in having the usually unshakeable Dean Winchester at her mercy. She could feel him twitching in response to her touch, his breaths growing shallow and rapid. It was clear he was struggling to maintain his composure and he was close.
The sensation of Rae's tongue and the gentle grazing of her teeth was more than Dean could bear. Every nerve ending seemed to fire simultaneously as he lost his composure. His back arched slightly, and his grip on her head tensed, pushing more than she could take. His breaths came in ragged gasps, betraying his attempt to remain quiet.
In a bizarre attempt to camouflage his reactions, he started belting out "Let It Go" from Frozen. His voice was shaky and off-key, a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor.
Two reactions: the surprise from it had Sam snapping his head around in bewilderment. And Garth, ever the character, didn't miss a beat. He started singing along, matching Dean's pitch and enthusiasm. "That's Mr. Fizzles' favorite song!" Garth announced proudly, referring to his sock puppet.
Rae, on the other hand, didn't miss a beat. Her mouth wrapped around him tightly, savoring him, swallowing every last drop. The sensation of him pulsating in her mouth was intoxicating. Rae smirked to herself, recalling how she'd insisted on Dean drinking only pineapple juice for the past two weeks. No alcohol. All those playful hints and nudges about the supposed benefits of the drink made swallowing worth it. That and holding out for two weeks, made it difficult for the two, which ultimately started the argument in the first place. She slowly released him from her mouth, zipped him up, wiping the corner of her lips with a sly smile.
Dean, despite his flustered state, managed to lean in, capturing Rae's lips in a deep, fervent kiss. The distinct taste of him still lingered, a reminder of what just happened and more to come. Pulling back, Rae's eyes sparkled with mischief as she whispered huskily, "Payback from two weeks ago."
Dean smirked, the memory of that night coming back to him. "The opera..." he replied sluggishly with a grin, basking in the afterglow, recalling how he had managed to get the upper hand on Rae that night. "Nice comeback, sweetheart," he chuckled with a cocky flair.
Rae's lips curved into a playful smile, "You have no idea what you've started, Winchester. Game on." Both shared a glance, the unsaid challenge hanging in the air. Even Sam and Garth, who were doing their best to pretend they were oblivious, couldn't ignore the heat emanating from the backseat.