Gaby loved that she had control over this form. She knew she tasted good, tasted sweet like cherry pie (yes Dean she did know that you had a weakness) and vanilla ice cream. When she'd shifted back into this form she'd done it just to appeal to Dean, subtle changes having taken place. Nothing Dean really would have noticed, but she was just that good.

When his tongue lapped over her clit she cried out his name, fingers sliding into his hair as she hooked a leg over his shoulder. "Fuck yes..."