Original imagine: Imagine walking in on Dean enjoying the vibrating motel bed a little too much. When he notices you, he asks for a little help “finishing”
Reader gender: female
Word count: 3168
Warnings: dom!you, dom!dean, use of mirror
“I’ll drop you off at the motel and then get gas.”
“You don’t have to do that,” you say, propping your elbow on the sill of the Impala’s passenger side window. The balmy evening air streaming through the open window rustles the plastic bags in the back seat.
“You paid for the food.” Beside you, in the driver’s seat, Sam Winchester raises an eyebrow. “And you look like death warmed over. You need a nap. Dean should have your key – get it and lay down.”