Dean's eyes swept over her, taking every detail of her small form before he became distracted by her lips on the pace where she rid him of the bullet a year ago. He shivered, though it had nothing to do with physical coldness so much as excitement.
Dean put his thumb under her chin, tilting it up again. "Perfect." he said, the word muttered against her lips as he took them again. It wasn't clear if he was talking about her or the sudden lack of clothing, and he didn't care to clarify.