He growls appreciatively when you tighten your hand on his thigh. It's not a woman's hand, not a woman's touch, but that's okay. He likes the firm grip. You pull back further, keep the kiss very light, very chaste, and he shifts a little closer still. Come on, Cas. You wanted this, right?

Something's not right. You say his name, and he pulls back, blinking. A little concerned. What's up? You want to go in the back. It takes him a moment to process that, but then he realizes that the position they're in is kind of awkward. Kind of uncomfortable. If not very uncomfortable. He nods.

"Sure, yeah. Good idea." He gives you a bit of a smile as he pulls away—reassuring. Encouraging? Mostly, he just wants to make you move quickly. He himself does, opening the driver's door and sliding into the back with comfortable ease. He likes knowing the dimensions of his ride like his back pocket. He's missed his car. Almost as much as he's missed you.

He sits in the back, one knee pulled up and resting on the seat so he can sit sideways, and waits for you to join him.