Don’t die.” A rifle. He didn’t need any more encouragement. She felt the gun at the small of his back as her other arm betrayed her and snaked around his waist. She clutched at the wall behind her with one hand, the rough brick slowing the spiral, like putting one foot on the floor to stop the bed spins as she started to lose herself in the green flecks of his eyes. “It’d probably be safer for you. She certainly wasn’t going to let Dean freakin’ Winchester spook her. She saw his face and it was like a storm cloud had broken over him. She liked hunting the beasts. She could say that was all this was and ignore it, if he hadn’t already been on her radar from the first time she’d had a rifle to his back. It was easier than admitting there might actually be something there for her and Dean.
