And it was through this that she was always able to forget; about Gabriel, about the youngest Winchester, about everyone. The bickering with Remy seemed meaningless when she was caught up in her own methods of healing, easily giving into Sam's desire and opening her mouth for more of him. There was no difference in taste, no metallic feel to his skin. He was like any other bloke she snogged before, and just as...responsive.
She reached out to him mentally, softly speaking in his head, [You're not mad at me, then?]