Her last ghost hunt had found her shimmying her ass between 150 year old lathing and Dean Winchester’s front zipper. She kept pace with him easily, her own eyes swinging back and forth, sometimes grazing him, sometimes not. Eporner Maybe it was time to put down for a while, get her head screwed on straight and leave the monsters to the hunters who were only slightly more fucked in the head than she was. After all of his tough guy talk and sharp words, she had anticipated a hard, fast ride. She had been touched by the monsters. “Neither am I. She lay her cheek against the valley of his spine and felt the tension in him change. It was a scent that had, until recently, always reminded her of her father, the roadhouse and the other hunters. The long slow slide out, the long slow glide in, a little roll of his hips and once
