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Evangeline sat in the passenger seat of the impala, legs kicked up on the dashboard and black sunglasses around her face. She drummed her fingers against her legs softly muttering the lyrics to ‘Gimme all your lovin’ that blasted from the speakers.
She heard Dean before she saw him, the hunter leaning against the impala looking through the open windows “legs off” he ordered.
She rolled her eyes but complied as he tossed her a bag of gummy worms. Her mood improved and she beamed up at him as the hunter went to pump gas.
“So…” she started ripping open her bag “do you think I can drive”?
His response was immediate “hell no”.
She frowned slightly offended “come on Winchester! why not”?
“Because I love my car in one piece” he smirked.
“I'm a great driver! come on, you let Sam drive” she pointed out hoping to sway his opinion. He took the gas pump out of the car placing it back on the hook “Sam's also careful and not hooked on sugar worms”.
Dean opened the front door sliding in the seat before glancing back at her. Evangeline's legs were back on the dashboard and she was fluttering her eye lashes in a way he found so hard to say no to.
She looked angelic with the sunlight spilling down upon her. “You're not driving Baby” he exhaled.
“You're no fun” she pouted but slid her feet off the dashboard once more.
“I'll let you pick the music,” he smiled.
She gasped dramatically putting a hand to her heart “you do like me Winchester” she smiled.
“Just barely,” he muttered as the car sputtered to life. Though both of them knew it was a lie.
The duo drove back to the motel, Evangeline controlling the music and singing along to which Dean would smile and glance at her every chance he got.
Their kiss had done little to quench the ache in his heart. Dean had never thought of himself as foolish as to fall in love but then she had come into his life and swept him off of his feet and now he feared there was no return.
But for now he was content with just being around her. With the occasional brush of hand and lingering looks. Just a week ago he had woken on the couch, their legs tangled together and his arms around her. He had woken to the faint smell of her vanilla perfume, to the warm that radiated off of her body. It was how he always wanted to wake up, with her in his arms.
