Author: Katya Starling
Character/Pairing: Dean/Sam, John/Mary
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Kink Bingo: Car Sex
Word Count: 348
Date Written: 1 March 2019
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Kripke, not the author, and are used without permission.
Dean stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight of the Impala as she seemed to shimmy and shake both left and right and up and down. His eyebrows raised, he turned his head to check to make sure his brother was still beside him. Sammy was not only standing next to him but was looking back at him with his own eyebrows raised and an equally stunned look on his face. “What the -- “ his brother mouthed.
Dean shook his head. He didn’t know what the Hell was in his Baby, but whatever it was, it was about to come out the hard way! He drew his gun, signaled for Sammy to stay behind him, and slowly approached the vehicle. Baby’s windows were completely covered by fog, and she shook harder as he steadfastly approached.
He was just lowering his weapon and preparing to call the Demon out when a hand struck the Impala’s back window. It was followed by another, -- and Dean almost lost the last piece of pie he’d eaten moments before he and Sammy had come out to get in Baby and go. He knew those hands, and suddenly it was crystal clear what was happening.
Crystal clear and utterly disgusting! He turned, with a sneer marring his face, just as voices moaned loud enough to be carried pass Baby’s interior. As his parents called each other’s names, Dean beat a hasty retreat.
Sammy looked like he was ready to lose his lunch, too, as Dean passed him. “Don’t,” he said, shaking his head and returning his gun to its hiding place inside his coat. “Don’t!”
“I -- “ Sammy started.
Dean held up a hand to stop his brother and lover. “No! We never talk about this again! Understood?!” Instead of waiting for an answer, Dean kept storming pass him.
Left behind in his brother’s wake, Sam’s shoulders slowly began to lift. He laughed aloud but called after Dean, “Okay!” They should have known better. They’d made the rule a long time ago themselves, after all: When Baby was rocking, you didn’t come knocking!