i’ll stop shipping destiel the instant those two assholes stop gazing desperately at each other with huge, sappy heart-eyes like they’re each seeing everything they’ve ever wanted and longed for in their stupid ass lives
Dean has many obsessions, but his biggest fixation is his
car; sometimes that his platonic love for the car is almost morbid. He gave a
name to his car! And me? Sometimes I think I’m crazy, why.. I’m jealous of that
car! Yes, his Chevy Impala is fantastic, spectacular, a car that I would buy
without thinking twice; when Dean drives.. a mix of sensuality and excitement
surrounds me. But sometimes it seems that Dean is more interested to the
Impala, that to me. And he doesn’t drive it to anyone. Nobody. Not even his
brother Sam, has allowed to drive (unless Dean has disappeared, or died). But I
have so much desire to drive it, to feel the adrenaline pumping through my
veins as I zip along the streets with Baby, the wind ruffles my hair.
Now, me and Dean we hang out for a long time, I love him, he loves me, we take
care of each other. I can’t believe what I’m about to say.. but now he let me
get to know Baby.
The bunker is silent; Sam is out to make his usual
jogging, Dean and I were at home. Dean is in his room, and when I enter, I see
him lying on the bed, with headphones on your ears. He doesn’t notice me, and
slowly, I approach the bed, and sit astride Dean. He jumps, opens his eyes and
sees me, a dazzling smile appears on his face.
I blush, and approach more at my hunter, touching my lips with his. Dean wraps
his arms around my waist, and he approached me to him; he lays his lips in the
crook of my neck, and begins to torture it with kisses and bites. I close my
eyes, enjoying the moment, but then I breath deeply, and I speak to Dean.
“You know, I was wandering in the bunker.. and I was bored to death.”
Dean mutters something while he is still attached to my collarbone.
“So I thought that we can do something together.”
He laughs against my shoulder, and suddenly we turn ourselves on the bed, with
Dean over me. He slings over my mouth, and kisses me; his tongue licking my
lips, and I give him more access. His hands travelling over my body, but when I
feel his hands move under my shirt, I push him away.
“Dean, I don’t want to have sex with you.”
Okay, isn’t exactly; sex with Dean.. is speechless. But right now, I want more.
Dean frowns, and he looks at me confused.
“What do you do then?”
I raise my elbows, and my eyes stare at him. I bite my bottom lip, knowing that
Dean becomes crazy when I do it; maybe in this way I can convince him.
“I was thinking that maybe.. you.. can let me drive.”
Dean opens his eyes, and he remains silent; a few seconds later, he falls back
on me and kisses me.
“Is it not better sex?” he says; I roll my eyes, and pushing it away
from me, I get up from bed.
“Oh come on Dean! We always have sex, I want to drive the Impala! You
don’t ever make me do it. Please, please, please!”
Dean grunts, still lying on the bed; I approach him, and I try to say something
to convince him.
“If you make me drive.. I will do anything you want, without objection..
for a week.”
Dean opens his eyes and looks at me with a strange smile on his face. I roll my
eyes; surely he is thinking about something perverse.
The smile disappears from his face, and rolls his eyes; after rising from bed,
Dean approaches me, his gaze is serious and thoughtful.
Dean wrapped his arms around my waist, and sighs.
“Okay, but..” he didn’t finish the sentence, because I jump on him
for happiness, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I kissed him, first on the
lips, then his cheeks, then on the neck. It seems stupid, but I’m really happy;
for him it’s important that car, and the fact that Dean has decided to let me
drive, means that he trusts me.
“We can go to the grocery store, the pantry is almost empty. And I buy a
pie.” I say, as he and I leave the room and go to the garage. Dean
continues staring at me and laughing like an idiot.
“Why do you look at me like that?” I ask him, and Dean approaches me,
and wraps his arm around my shoulder.
“I thought you were a little too happy.”
“Seriously? I’m so happy! Baby is like.. your girlfriend for you, and the
fact that you decided to let me drive, it’s awesome!”
Arriving near the car, I feel a shiver along my back; I’m so excited! Dean
approaches me, and hesitant, hands it to me the keys of the Impala. It’s
strange sitting on the driver’s side while Dean sits next to me. Suddenly, I
feel anxiety invade my body, and entering the keys in the car, Dean noted my
trembling hands. He puts his hand on my knee, and looks at me.
“Hey, don’t worry.”
“It’s just that.. I don’t want to make mistakes. I don’t want to
He smiles and lays his hand behind my neck, to bring his lips to mine. His kiss
calms me down right away, and together we begin to laugh.
“It’ll be okay. And mind you, I love my car, but my only girlfriend is
I blush, and in silence, I nod, more to myself than to Dean. I turn the key,
and when I turn on the car, I check a smile to the face. I’m finally to guide
I really appreciate the fact that Jane the Virgin and Gilmore Girls are like the exact same show except that Jane’s boyfriends are all beautiful and gentle souls while Rory’s boyfriends are trash men she found in the Dumpster (and not the fun Dumpster where all the sexy Marvel men live)