"Interestingly, most of your beard seems to get more red with each passing year but there are two new gray hairs on your left temple and one right here," he says, teeth nipping at the soft skin below his jaw.

He smiles down at Dean, impatiently rucking Dean's shirt up to his armpits and trying to pull it over his head. "You're going to look older than me, in a few years, you know. This body was a few years younger than you when I took control."