"Aidan, you are Death; you will always be Death." Dee stood up to look him in the eye. Her hands slid to his side. She wasn't pulling away from him, and she needed to see she wasn't bothered with what she just said. Not even Dean was bothered anymore, or much.
"Just like I am Death." Her hand lifted to trace a finger along his jaw and down to his throat, lower to his heart. She pushed softly there before letting her hand move back to his side. "Though this little body is killing me. No power." She might have whimpered a little, just a little.
"I have to learn to fight all over again, which is some real bullshit." Dee was pouting again, but mischief danced in her eyes.
"Maybe you could help me out with that? Work up a sweat trying to get me under you, or the other way around." Her brows lifted suggestively, and she might have licked her lips, before biting her bottom lip. It was a Dean move, mostly. The fact that she wanted to see the reaction, also partly Dean. Both Dee and Dean did like to see the reactions they got, no matter what it was they were doing, even if it was torturing some poor jackass.