[Dean was way past caring what anyone saw right now. Especially once Sam started fingering her. She. Wanted. Him. So. Bad.]

[Her thighs spread more for him and she kept rocking against his hand while she worked him over. Her arms tightened around his waist, pushing herself down more on him, sucking hard at his length. Her tongue moved against it, tracing along vein lines and working at the head each time she pulled back.]