She smiled against Dean's lips, pleased at the initiative he took. The Hunger sank into Dean with practiced ease, not actively feeding, simply sliding through his mind with all its whispers of desire and pleasure, of peace and contentment. Pleasure. Reward. Reinforcement.

There is a place for you here. Where you belong, where you're wanted. Needed. And where you can someday lay down all your burdens...

Lara kissed him back lazily, patiently exploring. The smoldering desire that lurked beneath the surface remained nothing more than a waiting promise as her hand cupped the back of Dean's head, drawing him closer.