[Dean made a mewling sound of want when Sam pressed her into the wall. She was enjoying the smaller build every bit as much as he was. Being picked up, held, carried, and pressed up into walls? Was doing all kinds of good things for her. It had been years since she found herself wanting so badly. Dean Winchester played it cool and smooth. There was nothing cool or smooth about the way she kissed Sam right now. It was all hungry and needy.]

[Her hands tangled in his hair and used the hold to deepen the kiss.] Want you. Want you...