Hotel room sex was officially off the table for the foreseeable future. Sophie was hesitant to even sleep in the same room as Sam, though a nasty sore back after two nights in the Impala quickly convinced her to get over that particular hangup. She still kicked him out while she showered though, for good measure.
Dean couldn't blame her.
She tolerated a lot. But she hadn't agreed to that particular kind of invasiveness and vulnerability. Even if it was a total accident.
So a few nights nights later, still a good day to make a baby according to the app on Sophie's phone, Dean led her to the car and drove way out into the sticks. He parked at a deserted trailhead off some forgotten mountain road.
He kissed her in the front seat until she was calm and quiet and willing and pliable, pulling off her clothes as he went. With no time constraints and no threat of someone intruding, he had Sophie take everything off. Per some unspoken agreement that just in case a bear or a wolf or heaven forbid a wendigo showed up he had to be dressed and ready to protect them, Dean kept his own boxers and t shirt on.
He settled Sophie on her stomach, laying on the back seat. Picking up his discarded belt, he looped it around both her wrists and then the door handle, keeping her still and her hands away. They'd agreed on this position before. But he knew it often hurt her. And so they'd also agreed ahead of time that he could restrain her.
"Help me be good," she'd asked him.
"You're always good, baby," he'd murmured in reply.
With both his hands free, not having to cover her mouth and prevent Sam from hearing, he reached one around in front of her, hoping that he could ensure she had at least a little fun. That it wouldn't be all work on her part. He kissed along the gentle curve of her back. If the happy little chirps and whimpers were any indication, she wasn't hating the experience.
When he was done he untied her wrists, planting firm hands on her shoulders when she tried to get up.
"Remember what we read?" He prompted.
"Stay laying down for fifteen minutes after," Sophie grumbled.
He kissed her forehead and rubbed life back into her wrists.
"I'll make it worth staying still," he promised.
"This leather is irrationally hard and it also smells really strongly of iron," Sophie said, "You should do something about that."
Dean sat down, her feet in his lap, shushing her and running gentle hands along her back and legs to soothe her back down. He set a timer on his phone and tucked it into the door pocket.
He rubbed her feet and her calves gently, appreciating how she softened under his touch. Sophie was asleep well before the timer went off. He switched it to silent so it wouldn't wake her. And when it vibrated an alert, Dean gently pulled her skirt up over her naked body and tucked his flannel into the waistband. After finding his own jeans he deemed them clothed enough, gathered her into his arms, and got back into the front seat.
He let her sleep in his lap on the drive home and cuddled her as she drowsily showered and changed into pajamas back at the hotel.
She started vomiting ten days later and the pregnancy test came back positive after two weeks.
And as he held her on the couch at Rufus' cabin, both of them just gazing happily at the little crossed blue lines, he thought back to that awkward and uncomfortable night in the Impala and just how worth it all the fuss had been.
