Dean sighed, his head not swimming quite as badly as when they had first arrived home.  It could have possibly been the heavy and extremely cold rain that had sobered him up a bit, but he could actually see pretty straight and he too looked around the bus, realizing that they picked one of the more dilapidated vehicles in the lot to hide out in.

He smirked at her words, “I think this may be one of my favorites…”

As he muttered the words, he chuckled, adjusting himself a bit as he had somehow ended up on his back at some point.  There was rarely a moment like this that wasn’t explosive for them, as intensely as they both felt every single emotion in their heads, but he had to admit, alcohol just made things that much better.

He chuckled again as she commented on the state of the place, “What?  Why would we pick anything cleaner?  I’m thinking next time…haunted house?  Hmm…truck stop bathroom?”

He let out a toothy laugh, running his hand up the small of her back, over her scars gently, and ran it through her hair.  Rubbing his chin against her forehead, he moved her head to look up at him, and placed a soft kiss against her nose, “Thanks for taking me out…a hunt and wet sex?  What more could I have asked for?”