Dean paused in amidst his kisses, and his green eyes widened with surprise at the thoughts swirling in his mind. He didn't deserve forgiveness and acceptance. Never had. Had to be wrong. If she had seen what he was capable of, he was to be hated, and feared. He was a hunter, a killer. All he was capable of, just a weapon and a tool to be used and discarded.

He glanced back at to stare briefly at Lara as he made eye contact, and just held her close. Somehow he knew, what was found by her, and some of the burdens he had were slipping from his shoulders. She wasn't demanding, imploring him to greater duties and destiny. He still wanted to save people, but it could be by his rules again. The crimes he had committed in hell, the lives taken, forgiven?

His expression then softened with trust and caring before his mouth started to move along her neck and down to her breasts. His gestures were still earnest but tender also now, almost worshipful in the attention he laved upon her flesh. His hips moved against her again, but it was tempered, focusing less on his lust, and more on her wants.

Yours. His mind whispered back, and his voice echoed the affirmation against her skin.