It was just another ordinary day at the local diner, The Dew Drop Inn. The usual patrons were milling about, drinking coffee, eating breakfast, and engaging in mundane small talk. The air was thick with the scent of bacon and maple syrup, and the jukebox played classic country tunes in the background. In one of the booths, I sat with Dean. We were laughing and joking, I smirked because he was oblivious to the events that were about to unfold.
I, on the other hand, was preoccupied with something else entirely. I had spilled some aphrodisiac into Dean's drink earlier, and now I could feel the effects beginning to take hold. Dean's pupils were dilating, his cheeks flushing a light red, and his breath was growing shorter and quicker. It was obvious that the potion was working, and soon enough, Dean would be incapable of controlling himself.
As we continued to talk, I couldn't help but steal glances at Dean's crotch. I could see the outline of his friend's hardening cock through his jeans, and it sent a wave of heat coursing through my own body. I couldn't believe how turned on I was by the sight, and I knew that if I didn't do something soon, I'd lose control too.
Deciding that I couldn't resist any longer, I leaned in closer to him, pressing my thigh against his growing erection. He let out a moan, and I felt him squirm in his seat. His hands began to tremble, and I could tell that he was struggling to keep himself in check. "You okay, Dean?" I asked innocently, noticing the bulge in his pants.
Dean looked up at me, his pupils blown, his lips parted. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a low groan. "Cas... tiel..." he managed to say, his voice hoarse and thick with desire.
With a sly grin, I reached across the table and undid the top button of his jeans, exposing more of his hard cock to my touch. He arched his back, letting out a shuddering breath as I continued to tease him. "You know you want it," I whispered, my voice husky with lust. "Let me help you."
As I undid another button, revealing even more of his throbbing member, I could feel the air between us grow charged with sexual energy. Dean's hand reached out, gripping the table tightly as he struggled to maintain control. But it was clear that he was losing the battle. Soon enough, he would be begging me for release.
I leaned in closer still, my lips brushing against his ear. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," I whispered, my breath hot against his skin. "And I want you so badly."
I pulled away, he let out a whiny... needy groan. "Lets go back to the motel, we cant do this in public." I said with a smirk, buttoning his jeans back up. He was practically panting, his cock twitching beneath my hand. "Come on, Dean, I'll drive." I took his hand and led him out of the booth, ignoring the disapproving glances from the other patrons.
Once outside, I practically had to drag him to the impala, his balance clearly impaired by the potion. I tossed our breakfast dishes into the garbage and then slid into the driver's seat, Dean practically falling into the passenger side. I glanced over at him, taking in the way he was practically vibrating with desire, and I couldn't help but smile wickedly.
"You're going to have to be patient, Dean," I warned him, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. "It's going to take me a while to get us there."
Dean groaned, his head lolling back against the seat. "Cas, please... I can't wait." His voice was ragged, desperate. I couldn't help but feel a thrill of power course through me at the sound of his need. I smiled to myself, taking a detour down a deserted side street.
"You're so impatient, Dean," I teased, glancing over at him. He was practically panting, his chest heaving up and down as he struggled to catch his breath. I could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and it only made me want him more. "But I guess I can make an exception this time."
