When his lips met hers, she hesitated for a moment, then deepened the kiss slowly, her beer lowering to one side. She knew that they should probably just...stop...but she didn't know why, anymore. She needed the distraction. More than that, she needed someone to want her, and right now...Dean did. Her own eyes slid shut as well as her free hand rose and slid behind his neck, pulling his head down a little. Why did kissing him feel like coming home?