He gathered her warm body in his arms and smoothed away the curls that clung to his face, breathing her deep scent before he dropped into the first peaceful slumber in ages.
Dean instinctively sniffed the air for the smell of cordite but his nostrils picked up only the scent of alcohol.
The odd scent was closer, and she found herself breathing in deeply to try to capture it.
Her senses became saturated quickly by his scent and heat.
The sense of peace descended upon her again, and she relaxed against him, content to her soul to be surrounded by his scent and heat.
Too aware of him, she tensed as he crouched beside her, the scent too potent to be a dream.
Her body entwined with his, she breathed in his scent as deeply as she could.
She groaned at the sensations he caused, soon drowning in the scent of blood and need to feel him inside her.
His scent and heat, the warmth of his magic, the heady sensations of being so close to him … She concentrated on placing her feet and not on his body.
"Well, madam," he began, stooping over the book close to his daughter and placing an arm on the back of the chair on which she sat, so that she felt herself surrounded on all sides by the acrid scent of old age and tobacco, which she had known so long.
She heard the blaring trance music before she opened the car door and smelled the unmistakable scent of marijuana mixed with incense and body odor.
Engulfed in his heat and scent, she relaxed.
She stared at the embroidered tablecloth, tormented by the scent of food she couldn't eat and the visions of death and betrayal that left an acrid taste in her mouth.
The faint, sweet scent was close.
The scent of blood was crippling.
She smelled it suddenly and jerked, scouring his body to find the blood whose scent stirred her senses.
The scent of his blood made her mouth water, and she breathed him in.
She sighed and breathed in the scent of his warm skin and the lingering, faint smell of blood.
She nuzzled his neck, the scent of his blood intoxicating enough that her body relaxed in response.
It smelled sweet and spicy, a scent that always reminded him of pecan pie.
His scent still lingered on her skin, even though she'd taken a shower earlier.
Tired, she wiped her eyes, an ache fluttering through her at the lingering scent of Dusty on her skin.
The scent of his blood overwhelmed any objection she could make, and she snatched his arm.
His scent made her heart quicken and her drowsiness dissipate.
She pocketed her list and trailed him to the area just beyond the patio, where the scent of hot dogs and s'mores greeted her long before she reached the small group circled around a bonfire.
She was grateful; the scent was both nauseating and infuriating.
Except she was suddenly hungry again, the faint, sweet scent winding through her senses.
She nuzzled his neck, loving the scent of his blood.
He gazed at the distant blaze, the scent of burning vamps carried on a wind along with the rain.
His body drew her, and his scent surrounded her when he knelt beside her.
Madness was settling into her at the scent and sight of his blood.