I will always love you

cop car sex and positive changes

Dean groaned as he saw the flashing lights approaching.

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath, and stuffed the little bag of shrooms into his underwear. He puffed a few sprints of perfume, colonge wasn't strong enough, and then put a goofy but innocent smile on his face, hoping the cop was an old man who had a son or kid at home waiting for him, they always let him off. He pulled over and stopped the car, putting it in park and rolling down the window.

After a minute a cop, a young female with bright red hair, stepped up to his window. He smile seductively instead of innocent. Officer Bryant and him go way back, a couple years at least. She had been arresting him for a long time, and he knew if he was smooth about he could get out of anything with her. She had a weak spot with criminals it seemed, because of all the times he'd traded his freedom for something else.

"Why hello officer." She tried not to smile, but failed miserably.

"License and registration Winchester." He flashed his teeth again and reached into his pocket for his wallet. The baggie rubbed up against his balls and he shifted uncomfortably.

"Sure sweet cheeks." He pulled out the wallet, and took out his licenses and his I.D. He handed them over, smiling softly. She looked at them, before looking back at him.

"Sir, have you been drinking? You know you were swerving all over the road." Dean shook his head, rubbing his leg nervously.

"No. I'm sober." Which wasnt a lie. Dean had been drinking, but he wasn't drunk. She eyed him wearily and motioned for him to step out. He groaned and stepped out, closing the door and taking the keys.

He passed all the tests, but when she pulled out the inhaler he knew he was screwed.

"Hey baby, why don't we step into my car for a little while. Best time of your life." he winked at her, and she rolled her eyes.

"I bet. now Dean, I need you to breath into this." He muttered under his breath but breathed into it, it beeping wildly.

She motioned for him to turn around, and he did. He heard her bring out the handcuffs, and couldn't help himself.

"You know, at different circumstances, I might find that a little hot." She pushed his head against the side of the car, and cuffed him, having to press her body against him.

"Kinky." He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. " So my car or yours?" She pushed him into the back of the car, and got up front, and driving off into the night.

Dean kept commenting on everything, putting a sexy twist on everything he possibly could. Finally she pulled into the trees, and glared back at him.

"I hate you." He smiled a crooked grin, and made a biting motion at her.

"So no sex?" She groaned and climbed out, pulling him out and uncuffing him.

"Twenty minutes." He grinned wide, and put his hand on her waist, pulling her on top of him in the cop car.

"I'll only need fifteen."

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Dean arrived at the station, his hair askew and his shirt unbuttoned halfway. The oldest ones of the station smirked, this not being the first time he had had a little fun before arriving in hell.

He was sat down and checked in, then watched Officer Bryant put the shrooms in the evidence case. He had forgotten about them until she was reaching into his pants.

He spent the night there, and in the morning the judge gave him two choices.

Prison or Positive Changes.

"What the hell?" He stuttered as the judge told him his sentence. He could spend the rest of his teenage years , three years, until he turned nineteen, at a school for the trouble children, or go to prison for those years.

He told her he'd rather shit nails.

But in the end he was sent to positive changes, and he had a week to pack and get his stuff together before he was sent there, against his will.