Dean had started to shiver against the kiss, due to the cold rain mixed with night are, his shaky hands pulling at her hair until she pulled away briefly.  He couldn’t help the lazy smile that appeared on his face, mirroring her own as he closed his eyes amid the feeling of her fingers against his forehead.  He felt the familiar pang in his stomach, which he hadn’t bothered to feed into since he was a teenager, the last time they were in this position.

He leaned up on his knees as she kissed him again, pulling her with him as he released her hair with one hand to fumble at the door handle of bus they were hiding behind, to pull himself off the ground.  He pulled at the handle, and in his drunken state gave a loud ‘yes!’ At the handle giving way and opening the door.  Pulling her around the door, he carefully lifted her, stumbling on top of her as he tried to sit her gently on the back seat.

“Ow!”, he laughed, pushing her back gently and climbing in on top of her.  He ducked and kissed her again, reaching back to peel his wet shirt off his back and over his head.  He struggled with another giggle, and sat up, finally managing to pull it off his head, tossing it into the dusty front seat.  

He dipped back down, kissing her a little more aggressively, hitching her knee up to his ribs.  The rain roared against the metal roof, drowning out any thoughts of how dirty their environment was as his hand wandered toward her waistband.