Fuck!
...
After everyone had left, Dean entered the airplane's bathroom, preparing to call Amon, when a slender figure followed him in, locked the door, and embraced him from behind.
Feeling the softness against his back, Dean said helplessly, "Catherine, if it weren't for the mirror, I would have taken you down when you approached."
HMM.
Clinging tightly to Dean, Catherine rested her face on his back and meowed, "I don't feel safe when I can't see you."
Dean tried to speak, but a mischievous hand had already seized his battle-hardened, bloodied 'gun.'
That's a man's weak spot.
Dean said helplessly, "I really have something important right now. Let's have a good talk after I'm done."
"Don't," Catherine squatted down. "Just do what you need to do. I need to release some tension right now."
Only then did Dean recall that due to his sudden burst of speed, his dress pants, unsuitable for exercise, had become open-crotch pants.
