Since you didn’t leave me a song I had to put my ipod on shuffle so this will be based off the song Buttons-Pussycat dolls
Amy was sitting on the hood of the Impala, legs crossed and smirking devilishly. She had been pursuing Dean for the last couple of months and Dean had been pursuing her as well. The time for talk was over Amy was done waiting for Dean to live up to his words and promises of nights full of carnal pleasure; she would get what she wanted right then and there in the abandoned salvage yard.
“Hello Dean.” She purred as he approached her, Dean rose an eyebrow in question before smirking himself. If there was one thing Dean loved more than his Impala it was sexy women sitting on the hood of his Impala.
“Amy, it’s not my birthday is it?” Dean asked as he sidled up next to Amy not even trying to be subtle as he undressed her with eyes.
“No. It’s mine.” Amy answered sliding slowly from the hood of the car and moving to stand in front of Dean.
“Really, I didn’t know I would’ve got you something.” Dean replied biting his lip and placing a hand on Amy’s hip pulling her just a little bit closer; close enough to kiss her if he wanted.
Amy rested a hand on Dean’s chest, “What I want can’t be bought,” She whispered running her tongue across her teeth and slowly letting her hand travel lower. “You’ve been making all these wonderful promises Dean, and I wonder if you can make good on them.”
Dean nodded his head slightly as he swept Amy off her feet and laid her on the hood of the Impala in one swift movement.
Clothes were ripped and thrown in random directions, and soon Dean was proving to Amy that he was a man of his word.
