She never dreamed she could make sounds like that, or that a human man could coax them from her simply by manipulating the muscles in her leg. A sharp intake of breath was exhaled slowly as a particularly tense muscle was massaged into submission.
"If those hands are half as good on other parts of my body as they are on my legs, then you Dean Winchester are in a world of trouble," she thought to him, a lazy smile spreading across her face as her eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure.