And god help him, he's so starved for touch, the reassuring weight of Benny's hand on his shoulder sends his pulse tripping, flooding him with warmth. Hunter, vampire, none of that crap matters. Not after what they've been through. Having him this close just sends all those feelings Dean thought had been buried roaring back to the surface and for an instant, he can't breathe.

"Benny," he can barely grate out his voice. An unspoken plea that he knows Benny will understand. Please. I need this.