"I told you I probably wasn't going to shu-" The yank caught him mid-sentence and before he could say or do anything else Damon's lips were pressed against his own. Closing his eyes, he returned the kiss no longer interested in moving too far or continuing to talk.
They had been dancing around this for quite sometime. It was difficult to pinpoint just when it had turned into something more than an alliance or friendship but it had. If they were still back home (and if his encounter with Dean didn't really end in his death) they'd probably still be dancing around this.