Same old worries, she wondered how many were his worries and how many were Dean bitching about her.
"We talked about this, the body, its mine now, recycled. Its not a corpse when I'm in it now is it and I don't think you want me going out and subletting again?"
He was running her fingers over the bite mark, softly, so softly. She knew full well what his worries were. She knew Sam better than he knew himself, she sometimes thought.
"You want this, and so do I, we're both consenting, we're both alone in our respective minds, whats to stop us. Why shouldn't we indulge, same as everyone else. Thing about the vices is, they're good in moderation. Lust, Pride, Envy, Greed. You, want to see me, out and about helping the newcomers, flirting, whatever, you want that because you know I can be yours again whenever you need it"
She probably should stop if he wanted to get back to his motel this side of sunrise.
"We deserve to let loose, same as everyone else, no, in fact you, you deserve it more. You need it, and thats okay. I promise"