Dean Winchester

Dean's eyes drifted closed, and for a while he let himself be lost in the feel of her, his mouth warm against her even warmer skin. It'd been a while since he'd touched anybody, especially since coming to the island, and it didn't occur to him to take it any slower than he already had. Giving full attention to one breast with his mouth, he closed his hand around the other, pushing the heavy weight of it against his calloused palm.