His mind hadn't had much fight to start with, and what little remained was fading out into background white noise. It eagerly latched on and clinged to the whispers like old friends. Tired, so tired, but he could take out a few evil sons of bitches before he sputters out. His hands moved down to her arms to hold her as he embraced her.

Dean was eager for more, but he found the attention and kisses satisfying as well. There was no rush, no race here. She was not some one night stand to be used for quick comfort and forgotten. Not with her. He kissed back, letting her take the lead once again.