Song: The weeknd - Lonely Star

Before you could even register what had happened, it was too late. You crashed Dean's baby into a tree outside the bunker. How in the hell. You've driven since you were a kid and not crashed once. You were sure Dean had heard the sound of his pride and joy being destroyed. And you were right, out came the confused and furious Dean.

His face explained it all. He looked at you like you had just killed a family member. He rushed over to your side, grabbing your jacket and yanking you out of baby.

"Are you okay?" His words surprised you.

"Y-Yes."

"Good, now I can kick your ass." He slammed his fists against the roof of the car, sighing deeply. You felt bad, and you were willing to help in any way possible.

"Dean, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to, I'll do anything to repay it." You watched as he didn't accept your apology but rather shushed you and told you to leave. The least you could do was leave him to grieve over his car's deformity. You nodded and went inside, going straight to your room. You sat on the bed, fiddling with your fingers and feeling guilty. Not even 10 minutes later Dean busted into your room, not bothering to knock as the door hit against the wall. His face was still angry, but it was a different kind of anger. He grabbed your arm again, taking you out of your room and back outside to the car.

"You'll do anything, huh?" Dean snickered, pushing your stomach up against the hood of the impala roughly. You moaned at the feeling of his hands exploring you. He grabbed the hem of your shirt, tugging it off and throwing it above you on the hood. "Then bend over and let me fuck you like the naughty slut you are." Dean chuckled, the sound of his belt buckle echoing in the quiet, dark night.

You grunted, spreading your legs as Dean reached around to the front of your jeans, ripping them down around your ankles quickly. His hand slapped your ass and grabbed it harshly, leaving a red mark. You arched your back at the sharp pain of his hand slapping against your ass. You whimpered, and Dean just pushed you tighter against the hood, using his hand to keep you still while he spanked you.

"You can't expect not to get punished for ruining my fucking baby, now stay still." Dean grunted, biting his bottom lip as he slapped your red ass once more. His hand soothed over the marks, and he leaned down to kiss them. His hand left your back and both of his hands rested on your ass.

"Please, Dean.." You whined, rotating your ass in his hands and against his boxers.

His voice got low and breathy as you brushed against his erection.

"Please what, baby girl?" Dean brought his mouth down to your ear, nipping at it and making you jolt.

"Please fuck me." You begged, groaning.

"Hmm, no. I'm the one in charge." He slapped your other ass cheek, making it move from sudden and hard contact.

"I think I will.." Dean pulled down his boxers, taking himself in his tight grip. "Fuck your mouth instead."

He pulled you off the hood, bringing you to your knees in the dirt. You looked up at him, struggling to see his face in the pitch black. You could see a faint smirk growing on his lips as he tangled his hands in your hair. You moved your head to where he pleased. Dean grunted, brushing the tip of his cock against your parted lips. "How badly do you want it?"

"So bad, Please." You sighed against his member and he flinched, grunting.

"Hmm.." He grumbled, and you stuck your tongue out to lick over Dean's tip. He drew in a sharp breath and cursed, pulling your hair harder.

"Open." He demanded and your mouth flew open, his warm, smooth shaft slid into your mouth and you sighed. His hand pulled on your hair so your head bobbed off, and back onto his shaft. The sounds of you gagging echoed, and you heard Dean snicker at the sound. Dean pushed his cock all the way inside of your mouth, his tip almost going down your throat. You gagged, breathing through your nose. "Uh uh," Dean brought his hand down and plugged your nose, "Bad girls don't take cock the easy way."

You held your breath and Dean took himself out of your mouth, you panted and he put himself back inside. You took a quick breath before he gagged you again, spit dripped down from your lips onto your chin. "Fuck." Dean muttered, pulling his dick out of your mouth again.

"Mm, where should I put my cock next?" Dean bent down, one hand on his shaft and one squishing your cheeks together.

"Inside of me." You managed to mumble, and Dean chuckled.

"Good idea. Stand up and bend back over my baby." You obeyed, and Dean's embrace quickly followed behind you.

His body pressed up against your back, making you shudder.

I've been so busy with stuff I haven't had time to update any of my books ): I'm sorry, I hope you enjoyed this. Part two?

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