[Lucky for him, she's not interested in having him let go anytime soon. She buries her face in his shoulder for a moment, hugging him as tightly as her arms will allow. After a few moments, she does loosen her hold -- but makes no move to step away from him or pull herself out of his grasp, only goes up on her tip-toes and takes his face in her hands.
It's not right to say that she thought she'd never see him again; she knew how things worked here, but that didn't make anything better. People could say what they wanted about Dean Winchester; he didn't deserve what had happened to him, and her rage towards whoever had been responsible was still boiling deep down in her chest, barely restrained-- but for the moment, she could put that aside.
She brushes her thumb against his cheekbone before tilting her chin upwards and pressing her lips to his, far less chaste than the only other kiss they've shared since he returned to Wonderland, but there are no real words for how happy she is to see him. This, she feels, should about cover it.]
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It's not right to say that she thought she'd never see him again; she knew how things worked here, but that didn't make anything better. People could say what they wanted about Dean Winchester; he didn't deserve what had happened to him, and her rage towards whoever had been responsible was still boiling deep down in her chest, barely restrained-- but for the moment, she could put that aside.
She brushes her thumb against his cheekbone before tilting her chin upwards and pressing her lips to his, far less chaste than the only other kiss they've shared since he returned to Wonderland, but there are no real words for how happy she is to see him. This, she feels, should about cover it.]