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"You have small hands." Dean laughed. Sitting slouched in the driver's seat to his precious Chevy Impala. He had his elbow propped against the middle compartment between him and Effy. Their fingers intertwined loosely. That's when Dean squeezed onto her small hand with a lopsided grin.

With a pout, Effy squeezed Dean's hand.

Dean laughed at this. "Oh you think you're tough?" he challenged before clenching down. Effy cried out with a laugh. Nearly jolting out of her seat trying to pull her hand out of Dean's grasp. But he wouldn't let go. He'd only loosen his grip. "Yeah," he said with a lazy grin as he slouched back into his seat. "That's what I thought."

Effy managed to pull her hand out of his grasp completely. Holding her small (and rather tender) hand to her chest. She pressed her lips together and narrowed her eyes. The ghost of a smile wavering on her lips. Slowly, she leaned over and whispered, "you squeeze like a bitch."

Dean grimaced with a low scoff. "You better take that back."

Effy bit down on her lip (to hold back her wobbling grin) as she shook her head slowly.

The corners of his mouth quirked up. For a sliver of a second, Effy could have sworn she spotted a faint smirk. But just as fast as it came, it was gone. She was left sitting silently in her seat as Dean studied her. Effy nearly jumped out of her own skin when Dean suddenly lunged forward. Effy made a noise between a squeal and a giggle as she quickly turned and reached for the door. Before she could even realize the activated locks would hold her back, Dean gripped her waist. The tips of his fingers jabbed into her skin, (specifically hitting her sensitive spots.) Causing Effy to wiggle a desperate dance in her seat. Cries of laughter as she kicked her legs out.

"Take it back!" Dean grunted.

"No!" Effy cried out between gasps for air. Her voice was thin. When she couldn't take anymore, she called out in defeat, "Okay! Okay! I yield! Quit it!" Taking desperate gasps between each word.

Dean chuckled and released his grip. Sighing heavily as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a joint and a lighter. With the soft sound of thunder rolling, rain began to sprinkle in the night sky. Running down the windows. Effy fell back into her seat, pulling her knees up to her chest. Quietly watching Dean light the joint and take a few hits. When he seemed satisfied, he handed it to Effy. She took a slow hit. Holding in the smoke as she watched the burning end. The red glow of the car's clock caught her attention. "It's getting late."

Dean glanced at the driveway. Noticing not one but two cars; Ms. Williams cruddy old station wagon and some other (much nicer) black truck. "We can just sit here for a little while. If ya want?"

Effy gnawed on her lip for a moment. She pressed her forehead against the cool window, breathing on the glass and fogging it. She drew two stick figures (a boy and a girl) standing hand-in-hand beside each other. She smiled at the image. Feeling somewhat saddened when it began disappearing right before her eyes. "You wanna stay the night?" she mumbled with a small voice. Dean eyed Effy for a moment. His eyes narrowing on her as he continued to smoke. He knew something was bothering her. But he also knew she hated talking about it. So he was left to sit silently and swallow his words.