[h2] Dean Winchester[/h2]

Dean laughed a bit, nodding his head and shrugging his shoulders at her question of surprise, “I would say so.  I haven’t um…had someone kiss me like that in a long time, on their own.”

He thought over their options, knowing that he should be with Sam, at a moment like this.  But he also knew that when Castiel wanted to hide from angels, he was surprisingly good at it.  With Esme, Dean was an open target for the angels, himself, because while he was hidden from them, she wasn’t.  With Sam’s branding on his ribs, and Castiel warding the house, the place would be like a fortress.

Sam also knew that they were going to be out, and how badly Dean needed a break.  Hell, they both needed a break, he and his brother.  The last year and a half had been non-stop angel crap, and now Lucifer.  They would be insane if they weren’t tired and ready to relax.

As he thought over everything, he stared blankly at the bar behind her head, spacing out a bit.  But then his eye twitched and he met her eyes again with a warm smile, “Sam’s safe with Cas, right now.  I think we can take our time…”

He brought his hand back up to brush her cheek, running his fingers through her hair as he leaned in for another long kiss, slowly leading her backward to rest her back against the nearby wall, behind the billiards tables.  As soon as her back made contact, he lowered a hand to press her hips against the wall, nibbling at her lip.  They could worry about the end of the world later.  Right now, it was time to catch up…