Dean's legs don't want to hold his weight. He's been running, fighting, been damn near to blown up, and yet it's pleasure that's stolen all his strength, Dean so weak with it that for a moment it's only the wall at her back that holds them up.

He knows he'll have to pull away eventually, but he waits until his breath has slowed, then waits some more, face tucked in against her skin where she won't see anything to scare either of them.