A/N: My apologies for the long delay in updates! Work has been kicking my butt lately, unfortunately. Anyway, writing this in first person was interesting, to say the least, but for some reason, I just felt it had to be done that way. Oh, and this fantasy is totally Sophia's...not anything I ever thought of... ;)

Thanks to TLOGirl for the beta read! Her suggestions always make these things better!

Thanks also to dharmamonkey for her continued support and inspiration. In this case, the inspiration came from a story she wrote for Bones called "Dirty," appropriately enough. Dirty, sweaty men working on cars is apparently a universal fantasy... YUM!

Fantasy

I nudge the screen door open with my hip, glass of iced tea in one hand, cold bottle of beer in the other. I make my way to the garage door, pausing for a moment to enjoy the view.

Dean is bent under the hood of the Impala, tuning her up before we go out on the road again. I start at his feet and work my way up. Strong legs lead to a seriously tight ass and narrow waist. I can see the muscles moving in his back, rotating those oh-so-broad shoulders. And then his arms.

"Hey, babe," I say casually, trying not to give away the hormones suddenly surging through my body. "You want a beer?"

He straightens and turns toward me and the surge of hormones becomes a flood. The sweat-dampened t-shirt clings to his well-muscled stomach and weakens my knees. He rubs his arm across his forehead, smudging some kind of grime across his face. He's filthy and sweaty and Christ, he's making me wet.

"Yeah, thanks. It's damned hot out here this afternoon." He grins at me as he takes the beer, dropping a kiss on my cheek.

I struggle for a second to find some kind of appropriate response. I'm not helped in that endeavor when he twists the cap off the beer and wraps his lips around the top to take a swallow. I get a sudden flash of those same full lips wrapping around my nipple and have to suppress a gasp. I swallow hard and quickly take a sip of my tea to cover, but almost choke on it instead.

Dean takes another sip of the beer and raises an eyebrow at me. "You okay?"

"Sure," I reply, my voice huskier than normal, forcing me to clear my throat. "Ummm, so, you almost done out here?"

He nods, turning back to the car and setting the beer down on the work table. "Pretty much. Just gotta put this back together."

I move further into the garage and lean against the table. "Great." I'm paying more attention to the trickle of sweat trailing down his neck and under the collar of his shirt than what we're talking about. Which is why he's again looking at me strangely. I missed something.

"Sophia?"

"Hmmm?" I drag my eyes from his abs back up to his face.

"I asked you what you had planned for this afternoon." He's smirking at me now and I get the idea that perhaps he's onto me. I'm probably putting out enough pheromones to attract every man in a half mile radius. Thankfully, there's no one for miles. No one to witness my lustful meltdown in our garage.

I scramble for a reply, fidgeting with the hem on my suddenly too warm t-shirt. "Oh, uh, sorry. I was thinking of something else."

Snickering, Dean shuts the hood and pulls a bandanna out of his back pocket to wipe his hands. He snags the beer again and settles his butt on the edge of the hood. His gaze drifts over me and I'm suddenly convinced he can tell how wet my panties are.

"So?"

I look at him blankly. "So what?"

This time he outright laughs. "You were gonna tell me what you wanted to do this afternoon," he says patiently. His tone suggests he's talking to a young, not particularly bright, child. Or maybe a lust addled woman. Whatever.

But, seriously, what does he expect? Running around all hot and dirty and delicious looking like that? What's a warm-blooded woman supposed to do?

I give up trying for cool and set my glass on the table. I step between his legs, running my hands over his warm, denim clad thighs while his hands drop to my hips. "This afternoon?" I say, looking up at him through my lashes. "Only thing I had in mind was getting naked with you as soon as possible."

"Is that so?" he replies, his eyes going a deeper shade of emerald.

"I mean, if you don't have something else to do. I'd hate to keep you from something more interesting." I don't really mean any of that, but I also know Dean is the last person on this planet to turn down sex. The word "no" just isn't part of his vocabulary in that regard. Especially not when I get around to telling him the fantasy I've been nursing.

"Well, I should probably mow the yard before we go..." he mumbles, his eyes dropping to my mouth and his hands sliding around to cup my bottom.

I lick my lips and hear his breath catch a little as he watches. Putting on a little bit of a pout, I say, "Oh, well, that's too bad. I had this little fantasy I was hoping you could help me with, but if you're too busy..." I let the words trail off as I start to pull away. I'm totally not above a little teasing and all this talk is just giving me more time to drool over him.

I don't get far before he's pulling me in closer, my hips fitting right against his as he slides his hands down over my bottom then back up under the hem of my cutoffs. I resist the urge to rub against him, afraid that if I do, I might just lose my mind before I get what I want.

"A fantasy?" he asks, the register of his voice ticking up just a notch. "What kind of fantasy?"

His fingers start tracing random little circles on the skin at the top of my thighs and I purr just a little. Then I remember there was a question in there somewhere. I wrap my hands around his neck, twirling my fingers in the little bits of hair on the back of it. This is the hard part. While I certainly enjoy sex, and God knows I enjoy a lot of it with Dean, I've never actually shared any fantasies with him. To be honest, I've never shared a sexual fantasy with anyone. And this particular one makes me blush.

"Well, ummm," I mumble, stalling just a little. I brush a little kiss across those fabulous lips, looking for a bit of courage.

He grins under my kiss. "C'mon, baby, you can tell me." He shifts his hands, moving them up my back, then trailing them back down in an almost soothing gesture. "Don't leave me hanging here."

I don't look at him, keeping my attention focused on his mouth. I can feel the hint of a blush creeping up my neck, but the ache between my legs overrides my twinge of shyness. "So, I've had this image in my head...of me on the hood of the car...naked..." I swallow hard, fiddling with the collar of his t-shirt. "And your head between my legs." The last is said in sort of a breathy rush caused equally by my nerves and the fact that the picture has popped into my head again.

Dean sucks in a sharp breath and I feel his fingers tighten reflexively on my back. He releases the breath slowly and I can feel the tension rise around us. "Jesus Christ," he whispers huskily. He cups my jaw, tilting my face to his and trying to catch my gaze. I look at him, semi-reluctantly, only to damn near lose my breath at the expression on his face. "That's gotta be the hottest fucking thing I've ever heard."

He stares at me for another second, then tangles his fingers in my ponytail and pulls me in for a searing kiss. My lips part for him without a second thought and his tongue takes immediate advantage. His arm slips around my waist, snugging me in close as he explores my mouth with heated intensity.

Now that the tough part is out of the way, I can focus on how freaking turned on I am and how I can get to being stripped bare and on the hood of this car as soon as possible. My hand get busy burrowing underneath his damp shirt and finding their way over those abs I was watching earlier. His skin is feverishly warm under my palms and I moan softly.

His hands are just as busy as mine and in a flash we're breaking the kiss to allow him to drag my shirt over my head. Since we're home alone, I'm not wearing a bra and I immediately feel him cup my breast. His hand is warm and rough against the soft skin and I arch into his hand with a whimper. I try to tug his mouth back to mine, but he resists, burying his face in my neck before kissing his way further down.

Another rough groan escapes as I watch his mouth close around my nipple, just like I imagined earlier. But my God, the real thing is so much better. My eyes drift closed as I focus on the feel of his hot, wet mouth on my skin. I shiver, my breath catching as I feel him move to tease the other breast, twirling the nipple between his fingers. That persistent ache I've had between my legs since I first walked out into the garage intensifies with each suck he makes at my over-sensitive flesh.

Needing to catch my breath from all the overwhelming sensation, I push him away and grab for his shirt, yanking it off. He grins at me, dragging me back into him, hissing slightly as our now bare skin touches. I reach for that teasing mouth with mine as I rake my fingers down his chest. Our lips meet, tongues slicking past each other, hungry and wild.

Leaning back, Dean trails his fingers down between my breasts and across my stomach, making the skin shiver. Stopping at the snap on my cutoffs, he looks up at me, voice dark and completely sinful. "What do you say we skip ahead to the naked part?" The snap is undone and I hear the zipper snicking down. "Because I can't get that picture of you out of my head and I want to see it in person."

I'm finding it hard to keep myself upright, so being on my back on the warm, smooth hood of the Impala sounds like an excellent idea. I can only stand and watch as he slides the denim over my hips, taking my panties along for the ride. When he lets them fall to the floor, I step out of them and kick them to the side.

Watching him look at me is almost as much of a turn on as the way he touches me. His eyes are completely black now and everywhere his gaze touches is another fire. His fingers follow his gaze, but slower. Almost reverent. Tracing the skin wherever his survey of my bare body stops. I start to feel lightheaded from desire, but I don't break the spell he's casting.

Licking his lips, Dean finally stands, motioning at the car. I take the cue, settling down on the hood, then carefully scooting back. I lean back on my elbows first, then lie all the way down. Conscious of his attention, I arch my back slightly and let my thighs fall open. I can imagine what I look like, my skin pale against the dark of the car. Completely exposed and completely vulnerable.

The expression on his face sends more heat flooding through me. His jaw comes slightly unhinged as his wide eyes sweep over me. His tongue flicks out over his lower lip and I purr softly, squirming a little. He's driving me crazy with all this teasing. "Dean..." I whimper.

He steps forward, knees against the bumper. He traces both hands down over my breasts, my ribs, my waist and along my thighs. The roughness of his palms adds another layer of feeling and I moan, arching toward him. "Want...please..." I'm way past coherent sentences at this point. Just breathy words and mumbling.

My eyes slam shut as I feel his mouth on the silky skin of my inner thigh. Then I remember I wanted to see him. To see him between my legs. I let my eyes flutter open, only to swallow a moan as I look at him. His spiky, dirty blonde hair contrasts clearly against my pale flesh. His beautiful eyes are closed as his mouth moves over me, lips parted, tongue flickering through. It's everything I'd fantasized about and more and I suck in a harsh breath.

As he moves closer to the center of my desire, my fingers slip on the metal of the hood, curling into fists when they don't find purchase. I rock my hips, not wanting to wait anymore to feel his tongue on me. I shudder as he teases his way up before finally reaching my core.

The first slick of his tongue almost sends me into orbit and I gasp, simultaneously arching and shivering. My heels slip on the smooth metal of the hood, as I either try to get away from the nearly all-consuming sensations or try to lift my hips closer to that hot tongue. I'm lost now. Completely lost as I writhe under him, whimpering and panting.

I feel his hands tighten on my thighs, holding me in place as he torments me relentlessly. His tongue seems to be everywhere, flicking, teasing, then making slow swirls, then fluttering quickly. I'm melting. I'm on fire. I feel my heart pounding and the blood rushing through my body as the pleasure builds. There's a wave that starts at the top of my head and another starting at the tips of my toes and they're rushing together to meet at the tip of Dean's tongue.

He winds me up, over and over, but doesn't allow me the release I'm craving. I whine his name, I struggle beneath him, I try to work into some kind of rhythm, but I'm not the one in control here. I am most decidedly not in control here. And I don't even care. I just want.

"Please," I moan, my hands reaching for his head, tugging at the short hair. "Dean, God, please..."

He doesn't stop what he's doing, but I feel him growl against me and I shudder again. One hand releases my thigh and then two fingers are sliding inside me, making a little beckoning motion. The sounds I make would be embarrassing had I been in any position to care. Those waves that have been building inside me start to crest and I would have screamed his name as I came, but my voice is nearly gone.

I collapse onto the hood, totally spent, boneless. I drag in breath after breath, trying to get enough air. At the same time, I'm convinced my heart is going to break it's way right out of my chest. As I get my brain functioning again, I force my eyes open to look down at the man who's currently kissing his way up my body.

Dean's hands curl around my waist, pulling me down toward him. My skin, slick with sweat, glides easily over the waxed surface of the car. His mouth is soft and gentle on my feverish body, at once soothing and stirring. As he makes his way up the valley between my breasts, he looks up at me and grins, eyes flashing.

"That was a hell of a fantasy, babe," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me. There's another smirk. "Was it good for you?"

I snort, but there's no hiding the gleam I know is shining in my eyes or the flush of my cheeks. "It was alright," I demur, giggling as he smacks my thigh. "Okay, okay, fine, it was fucking spectacular. I just hate to stroke your ego any more than is necessary."

His grin widens and he licks his lips, making me shiver a little. "My ego isn't what needs stroking right now, sweetheart."

And just in case I didn't catch his obvious innuendo, he rolls his hips against mine, letting me feel the hardness under his jeans. I may or may not have purred and rolled back against him, making him moan. "We should probably do something about that," I mutter, pulling him back down for another kiss. "Like, right now."

I wrap my legs around him, enjoying the feel of his jeans against my skin. But what I really want is more skin, so I push him away. "You know, that getting naked thing I was talking about earlier applied to you too."

After a nip at my neck, he stands and I get the supreme pleasure of watching him undress. He's already shirtless, so I'm momentarily distracted by the rippling of the muscles on his chest as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans. When he hooks his thumbs in the waistband and starts to pull them off, my eyes are immediately drawn further down. Much further down.

I swallow a little moan as both the jeans and his boxer briefs slide down over his hips and reveal his erection. I lick my lips unconsciously and I hear him growl softly. Not inclined to stop my ogling, I keep my gaze on his body, watching the muscles in his thighs flex as he bends to remove the clothes. As he straightens after tossing everything to the side, my leer traces it's way slowly back up the way it came, lingering on his hardness, then his abs, before finally reaching his face.

When our eyes finally meet, I swallow hard, but can't stop the shudder that overtakes me. The hunger in his gaze as he watches me makes me hot all over again. Makes me want more. So much more. Unable to find words, I hold out my hand, fingers trembling slightly. Dean tangles our fingers together, his thumb rubbing over the back of mine. I tug at him, drawing him down. "C'mere," I whisper, suddenly desperate to feel him against me.

He doesn't hesitate, just shifts me further down the car and settles between my legs. His eyes are dark with need and I find myself breathless under his warm weight and the desire building between us. "I want you," he murmurs. "I want you so much."

"Yes." I don't want to wait any longer. The melting heat, the almost painful ache in my core I thought was satisfied a few minutes before has returned with a vengeance. I want to feel him inside me. I want to feel him under my hands. I want to feel him all around me. I raise my hips. "Now."

Dean pulls our still tangled fingers to his mouth and kisses them softly before releasing them and reaching to lift me. Our eyes meet and our gazes hold as he slides inside me, completing us. I hiss at the sensation, arching, then wrapping my legs around his waist. He starts to move, slowly drawing nearly all the way out before just as slowly pressing back again.

The moan that escapes me is long and low. "Oh, God, so good." I roll my hips as he rocks into me, pulling him deeper, sighing with pleasure.

The slow pace doesn't last long. We're both too far gone to take any more time. Every stroke brings us closer to the edge, building the sweet heat between us. Through heavy lidded eyes, I watch him, nearly drowning in the pleasure.

As I slide ever closer to oblivion, I find I don't want to be separated from him any longer. I need to feel his arms around me. Feel his lips on mine. I reach for his arm and pull myself into a seated position, sucking in a sharp breath as the change in position sends him deeper.

His arms immediately move around me, supporting me, pressing me closer. I slide my hands around his neck, pulling him to me. Our mouths meet and break apart, then meet again as our tongues slip against each other. My fingers glide through his hair as I arch toward him. I break the kiss, panting, and bury my face in his shoulder. His muscles are tense with the strain and I can hear it in his breathing.

He shifts slightly and finds the sweet spot that sends me spiraling over the edge. I arch again, his arms strong around me as I shatter. The contracting of my body around him seems to be what he was waiting for, and it's only a few seconds before I feel him tense with a low groan as he finds his release.

I have no idea how he keeps his feet because I'm damn sure I couldn't stand after that. I kiss his shoulder, then the tattoo on his chest. My hand rests over his heart and I can feel it pounding. He kisses the top of my head, his embrace pulling me even closer.

After a few moments, he shifts me off the car and onto my feet. My knees feel like jelly for a second, but I manage to keep upright. He tilts my face up to his and plants small kisses on my forehead, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. "Damn, girl."

I giggle, sliding my hands over his chest. "Mmmm, you weren't so bad yourself, big guy."

His gaze slides down over my body and then shifts to the car. "I am in so much trouble."

I raise an eyebrow, question clear in my eyes.

The trademark Dean Winchester smirk quirks on his lips. "'Cause I'm not going to be able to look at that damn car anymore without getting a hard on."

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