Dean didn't let people in easily. He cared about strangers, and will protect them. But trusting took time. He never would accepted her so much without the manipulation, but something in how she had coaxed him, the cajoling. Well he found himself caring about her.

His eyebrows went up at the shirt tearing, but then smiled as he leaned in to kiss low on her body. His hips began to move against her again, and the muscles in his torso clenched and shifted under her nimble fingers.