[He smiled, resting his chin on her shoulder.] Me neither, Dean... [His breath caught at the way she moved back against him like that an crap--okay. He couldn't wait any longer to feel her around him. He grasped her hips to lift her up, to guide her back onto him. The way she'd asked him earlier to come inside her was still ringing in his ears and--crap, this was ridiculous, right? Dean might've looked like a woman, felt like one... but she wasn't. Witchcraft... sex changes couldn't be that thorough, right? Or he hoped. Maybe he'd be doing some research later of his own finally... Right now? Just needed Dean.] Right now, I want you to ride me, Dean. Need you so bad. [One hand settled back between her legs, the other lingered around her middle.]