Car (literal) — not requested — NSFW — car!pov F!pov(I guess? You’re a car.)

This one is a little freakier than usual lol. Sorry in advance and thank you for staying with me lol. Also, I’m almost at 200 followers! Woohoo! I think I’m gonna do another special when I get there, if you have any suggestions for what I should do, e-mail them to me or leave a suggestion in reviews! Thank you all!

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Dean had always had a very specific relationship with Baby. His sweet, gorgeous baby. she was his everything right after Sam, he did everything in his earthly power to keep her safe and happy, in the best condition she possibly could be. To say he was in love wasn’t underselling it, he wasn’t all for that touchy-feely crap, but he nearly got there with her. Loving her as much as he did, it was only natural that he have some attraction for her. He took endless satisfaction in carefully cleaning her every surface ‘til it was gleaming, watching the reflections of spindly trees and insects and things carve curving shapes in the air on her smooth, shiny surfaces. Even more than looking at her he loved tracing her curves

careful not to smudge with his fingerprints, he traced the fine, straight lines of her body, easing his hand over her cool surface with shuddering breaths. He relished in the way her rear door clicked open, the sound literal music to his ears. The closing of the door and soft leather of her ancient seats added to the symphony. There was a gentle creaking as he eased into them, a voice in her song he luxuriated himself in. Now alone, he allowed himself a moment to lay upon what he sometimes imagined to be her breast.

“It’s good to see you, baby...” he murmured into her seat, the words somewhat garbled as he smushed his nose into the well cared-for material. He took a deep, replenishing breath, inhaling an intoxicating cocktail of natural leather, decades of graceful age, and the last remains of the leather balm he’d applied a few days prior to keep her supple. An absentminded curse escaped him as he pressed himself further into her, trying to get as much contact as physically possible without fully being inside of her. Being inside her didn’t seem like such a bad idea, though.

his didn’t seem opposed to the idea, twitching curiously against his leg with interest. Without an audience to judge him, he didn’t hesitate in giving his hips a prospective roll, the slight give of Baby’s cushion forcing a groan from his chest.