Dean breathed in deeply. He wasn't used to talking about this kind of thing. He was silent about his feelings and desires for a long while, there was nobody that he could say what was going on in his mind.
'Emily is always hearing me when I need her, though. I already talked about a lot of my inner feelings and she received my vents and complaints with patience, always willing to help me somehow,' Dean thought, trying to make himself feel comfortable about that matter.
Dean sat on the ground cross-legged, still with his back turned to her. He still had the urge to turn around and see what was going on behind him. He needed all his self-control to prevent himself from doing such mindless acts.
