"'Cause that's so easy," Dean huffs, turning his smile against the soft skin of her thigh. She smells good. She always does, but more and more, she smells like home, not just the sweet, spicy scent he's come to associate with her, but warmth, too. And comfort.

"I know you're tough. I like it. Somebody's got to be while I'm holed up in here moping."