Dean would be partly right when he wondered about fucking a ghost. She was only half in/half out. But she would be the closest to a ghost he would get on the Station.
She sucked hard on his head, her eyes breaking contact with his. Slowly, she pulled off of him, her tongue rolling over the very tip of him. "Oh, honey, you ain't seen nothing yet." She spoke to his head as if it were a microphone before she opened her mouth and swallowed his entirety in one single gulp. She kept it there for a moment, softly humming in happiness to have something so good throbbing in her throat.