Supernatural | One-Shots

The Car Washer: Dean W.

Words: 901  
Warnings: Sexual innuendos 
(I hate this one a lot.)
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"Sam, where is (Y/N)?" Dean dried his hands as he walked out of the bathroom. Sam pointed at the window as he sipped his drink.

"Cleaning the car I think." Sam covered his mouth as he let a silent burb out. Dean nodded as he walked up to the window Sam pointed at. They were at Bobby's; it was right after Dean had finished fixing the Impala, "It was filthy and scratched. (Y/P) felt the need to clean it since (Y/P) couldn't help fix it." Dean looked back at Sam with a raised brow but all Sam did was shrugged.

Dean pulled back the curtains to see (Y/N) bent over the hood to wash the middle of the windshield. {(Y/N) was wearing shorts and a tank top that (Y/P) had tied up at (Y/P) side, showing just a sliver of skin}[(Y/N) was wearing shorts and had no shirt on], and (Y/N) was soaked with soapy water. As (Y/P) pulled back from washing the glass, (Y/P) dragged the cloth down the hood. (Y/N) looked over to the house to see Dean in the window. (Y/P) smiled widely and waved.

"Huh?" Dean waved back with a smirk, "Who would have guessed: my baby washing Baby would be such a sight." Sam thought about what he said and nearly gagged.

"That's gross, dude." Dean shrugged as Sam spoke.

"I mean, where's the lie in what I said though?" Dean watched (Y/N) continued to wash the car. He watched as the water droplets traced the lines of muscles in (Y/P) legs and (Y/P) stomach. (Y/N) dropped the rag in the bucket of soap and water with a sigh. (Y/P) popped (Y/P) back as (Y/P) grabbed the hose.

The water wasn't the only thing that was turned on today.

"Stop watching (Y/P). It's weird, man." Sam was tapping away at his new computer, trying to find a hunt to do, "It's probably creeping (Y/P) out too."

"Oh, I have to disagree, Sammy," Dean spoke as his eyes never left (Y/N), "(Y/P)'s putting a show on for me actually." Sam cringed at the thought.

"God, you guys were made for each other." Sam rubbed his forehead as he leaned back in his chair, "It's kind of scary how much you guys correspond together."

"Oh, shut up," Dean mumbled as (Y/N) made (Y/P) way inside after turning off the water hose. (Y/P) opened the door with a smile, "Well, hello."

"Hello, guys!" (Y/N) shut the door and took the towel Bobby was handing (Y/P), "Mhm, Dean I gotta talk to you about something. Follow me real quick."

Sam whistled lowly and Bobby looked confused. Sam stayed quiet, honestly not knowing what to say for them, as they walked down the hall to the room they were staying in for the time being.

"Guess you liked the show?"

"Huh?" Dean looked up from watching (Y/P) walking, "Oh, yeah. Enjoyed it to the max." He wrapped his arms around (Y/P) waist and pulled (Y/P) back against his chest. (Y/P) felt something poke (Y/P) bottom. (Y/P) smiled gently as (Y/P) swayed (Y/P) hips as (Y/P) walked.

"Mhm, it feels like it." (Y/N) gently pulled (Y/P)self from his hold and pulled (Y/P) tank top off. {(Y/P) black bra sat against [(Y/P) (S/T) complexion and scars.}] Dean lightly ran his finger down the one that had a twin just on the other shoulder blade. Dean shut the door as (Y/P) pulled off (Y/P) shorts. {(Y/P) underwear matched (Y/P) bra} [(Y/P) underwear was tight against (Y/P) thighs] which made Dean, if any humanly possible, harder in his trousers.

(Y/P) pulled some jeans and a sweater out of (Y/P) bag.

"Stop watching me with those sexy eyes and come help me get dressed." Dean chuckled as he wrapped his arms around (Y/P) again.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Dean lightly swayed them back and forth. (Y/N) smiled softly at him.

"Yeah, you tell me that every day." (Y/N) laid (Y/P) head on his shoulder as he kissed (Y/P) neck.

"Because you deserve to hear it every day." (Y/N) sniffled as (Y/P) turned around and hugged him.

"You're the best, Dean," (Y/N) whispered as Dean hugged back. He gently rubbed (Y/P) spine as he sat on the bed, keeping (Y/P) standing up in between his legs. He pulled (Y/P) back as (Y/P) rubbed the tears away. He grabbed (Y/P) jeans and helped (Y/P) into them. He kissed (Y/P) stomach as he buttoned and zipped them up, "Thank you, baby."

"Of course, darling." Dean pulled the sweater over (Y/P) head and pulled (Y/P) to sit on his lap. As (Y/P) sat down, Dean kissed (Y/N)'s forehead, "I would do anything for you, (Y/N). I hope you know that." (Y/N) nodded (Y/P) head as a smile brighter than the sun lit up (Y/P) face.

"And I'll do anything for you, my love." (Y/N) kissed his forehead back. Dean smiled at (Y/P), "I love you, Deano, and you don't have to say it back; I know it's hard for you." Dean frowned at the nickname.

"I love you too, baby, but don't call me that."

"Of course, Deano. I don't wanna make the Deano mad." (Y/N) giggled as (Y/P) heart swelled with affection. Dean rolled his eyes. (Y/N) peaked his lips with a small smile. Dean pulled (Y/P) back in to kiss longer. (Y/N) scoffed playfully but kissed the man (Y/P) loved more than (Y/P)self.

"(Y/N), Dean! Come on, we got a hunt!" Sam's voice echoed through the door, causing (Y/N) and Dean to pull apart with a sigh.

"We can pick up later tonight." Dean groaned as (Y/N) stood up, "I promise."

"I'll keep your word for it."