The air in the room was thick, charged with an energy neither of them could ignore. Dean's back hit the wall as she pushed him, her hands gripping the front of his shirt. "You always this bossy?" He muttered, his voice low, a teasing edge in his tone.

"Only when you take too long," she shot back, her breath warm against his neck.

Dean's hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies flush. His mouth crashed into hers, the kiss hungry and demanding, years of frustration and longing spilling into every movement. She tangled her fingers in his hair, eliciting a low growl from him that sent heat coursing through her.

When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, his lips hovered over hers, a smirk playing on his face. "Damn, you don't mess around, do you?"

" Not when it comes to you, " she whispered, before pulling him back to the storm.