[And God, that was all the encouragement he really needed, especially with the way she was still riding him. He grabbed at her hips, pushing his own up to bury as deep as he could as he came, hard, moaning against her lips as he rode out the pleasure. He fell lax against the seat, breathing heavy as he rested his forehead against her shoulder and slowly recovered.] Dean... love you. [He murmured the words softly, slowly looking back up at her.] God, I love you.