Okay, this felt right. And good, very very good, but also and most importantly, right. And, he couldn't help noting with some tiny little hint of smug satisfaction, it hadn't taken him five minutes. Had he been wrong, it would have been abundantly clear very quickly. Sure, when he flirted with her she'd always flirted back, but it had always seemed a little more playful than serious from her. He knew there had never really been any interest there. So the kiss meant that some part of her had recognized this.
He probably could've, even should've, pulled back to start the discussion about the dreams. But his gut was telling him that this felt way too good to stop, and his gut was proving to be smarter than his brain at this point, so he went with it. He moved his hands from the counter to her arms, and then her sides. He had no idea why this was making him feel better than any binge ever had, but he was done questioning these strange gut feelings.
He had a feeling he'd found that missing person he'd told Sam about. He'd suspected before, what with Faith showing up in his dreams, but now that they were here, in the moment? He didn't need suspicion, he had the cold hard certainty. It was like something just clicked and even his logic centers, which had been steadfastly arguing this whole dream-monster thing, accepted this. It was as if this was just the way it was supposed to be.