Tonight is the fuckin' night. It's a thought filled with determination, and Cas is damned certain that sweet girlfriend of his is gonna put out tonight. She's all giggles, and she's been touching on him for the last half of the movie. He's fit to burst through his jeans, half wondering if he could get her to go down on him in the middle of the drive-ins. He can't even focus on the movie—some dumb zombie film that he couldn't give less of a shit about. But she seems keen on it, making fun of certain scenes with a smile so cute he's fair certain he hasn't seen anything sweeter. She was going to be his, he knew that. His wife, all sweet and kind as she should be. And he knew she could be a hellcat in bed—could sense it. She was just a little uptight right now, puttin' on airs for him. Good little church girl. But the moment he got her alone, he was certain she'd melt and spread her thighs, let him have a good fuck. Shit—maybe that would convince her to marry him. He could weave a whole spiel about 'takin' responsibility'. He grinned, liking the thought. No girl's been able to resist parking with Cas, and that parking has always led to moans and his truck shaking. The credits roll and he starts his truck. Castor places a hand on her thigh, heavy and demanding. "You wanna find somewhere a little more private, sugar? I could show a pretty girl like you a thing or two about some good 'ol parking'."