He won't tell

Kara clutched a towel to her body, covering what she could as she dried off. She was thankful to be back inside, if nothing else. "So, who's this suitor?" Dean smirked in reply, sitting two glasses on the table. "Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise." He filled both glasses with whiskey ans two ice cubes each, pushing hers toward her. "Go ahead, drink. You haven't had a proper meal in a while, this will ride you over for a little bit."

Dean reached below the table as Kara drank, and pulled out an enormous red bow, like one on top of an oversized present. In the other hand, he grabbed a pair of handcuffs. "Now, you're gonna put these on, suitors request." Kara scoffed as she took one last sip, finishing her glass. "Yeah right. I'm out.

"Oh, you dont have much of a say here sweetie." She glared at him. "Why's that?" He smirked. "Because I spiked your drink." And that was the last thing Kara remembered before passing out.

She awoke hours later in the dead of night, laying down in the backseat of Dean's car. She moved her arms to stretch, only to find herself restricted by her hands cuffed behind her back. Fuming, she sat up in her seat. Dean smiled, checking out her naked body in the rear view mirror. "Where are you taking me?" She demanded. He simply chuckled. "All in good time."

Looking in the mirror, sure enough, that ridiculous bow was situated atop her head. She tried stretching a leg up to pull it off, before realizing she was spreading her legs right in Dean's direction. Flushing as red as the ribbon, she laid back down, cursing herself. These past few days were a nightmare. Her car, belongings, and money were all stolen, she had been embarrassed in front of all the world, and to make matters worse, all she had consumed in the past few days was a glass of whiskey. She stared down at her own naked body, looking over her hard nipples atop her round breasts, her wide hips and thick thighs. She let out a slight smile, taking joy in how happy she was with her own a appearance. But knowing what she'd been through, she'd change it for someone else's in a heartbeat.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Dean pulled to a stop, escorting her by the arm to their destination. She looked around, making out bits of the dark suburban neighborhood they walked through. He led her up the steps to a grand, two story house. A very familiar one, at that. Wait.

Her heart leapt. She knew this house. She used to live here. This was her ex wife's house.

Before she could protest, they were already at the door. Dean leaned forward and rang the doorbell, giving her fat ass one last smack before returning to the car. Kara attempted to follow, but tripped, falling to the ground. She rolled over, her back laying on the fuzzy welcome mat, and tried to get up, but found it to be quite a challenge without the use of her hands. She let out small whimpers as she wiggled around, silently begging to be set free. Suddenly, her entire naked body was illuminated by a porch light, and the door creaked open.