Not as long as there are demons to chase and monsters to get rid of. He tells her about Sam’s death. Sex vedio His teeth scrape lightly along her jaw as he nips at her before following with the stubbled graze of his own as his mouth slips to her ear. He shouldn’t have dragged Jo into it. In the middle of her unmade bed. Not that she wouldn’t or didn’t understand, because she was a hunter. One teasing inch at a time. “I…”
Dean stares at her mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud at its center. “Good lord, you’re a mess,” she says taking in the laceration that rips across his forehead. “I thought the two of you were inseparable.”
Dean ignores the barb. He pulls the bottle out and unscrews the cap. That we had more time,” she mutters. “What about the rest of us?” she demands, her voice slicing him more painfully than the silver. Good girl. “Besides that, Sam can be somethin’. He sits her on the edge of the table just long enough to drag her legs around him. He moans at the way she fits against him. He needs the light. That he’ll be taking her heart with him…and that there’s no way in Hell she’ll ever get it back. Doesn’t regret saving Sam. Startles him.
