[As soon as they were inside the apartment, the dress came right back off. Dean made a bee-line for the bedroom, kicking off her shoes and stretching out, breathing a sigh of relief to finally be home. And so close to relief. She'd have to wait for Sam to be ready again, but right now, that didn't matter. They were home and she could finally relax.]

[She squirmed as she waited for him to join her, wanting to curl up against him again. The more needy she felt, the more she wanted Sam close. Needed to hold onto him and feel him there with her.]