The alley’s deserted when Dean and Meg stumble out the back door of the bar; the only light a lone streetlight at the alley’s entrance. They’re both drunk, laughing and kissing, tripping over each other’s feet until Meg’s back slams into the wall.
Dean swallows her groans with a kiss. Hoisting her up Meg wraps her legs around his hips, her skirt
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