.... "Who do you think you are coming into my house and throwing around your accusations?" She repeated enraged. "What right do you think you have over me, you... you... you monster?" She finally spat out. She couldn't bring herself to insult him as he insulted her for she knew that she was in fact betraying him and hurting him and she couldn't leave him going to her death with an insult. The tears she had kept in check up until now, that she refused to shed even when she was in danger and being threatened by Matt came rushing now falling onto the floor. Dean approached her, his anger still blinding him. He abandoned his food on the desk and got in her face. Backing her to the wall so abruptly. He cupped his hand in her now disheveled hair and looking at her sparkling eyes he whispered angrily, "This is the right I have over you," an instant before he crushed his lips to hers. His harsh grip imprisoned her against the wall not allowing any movement as his other hand came to her face to caress her cheek. This kiss that started vengeful abruptly changed in tone and turned into aching gentleness as the anger seeped from both their bodies and converted into the electrifying attractiveness they had felt since the very first moment. The marriage of lips deepened as the fusion of souls said everything: the love, the hurt and regret. "This is the right I have over you." He repeated interrupting the kiss to gently look into her eyes. "Tell me that you know it." He ordered enamored gripping her shoulders unintentionally tightening his grip on her arms. "Say that you feel it too." He ordered again shaking her roughly.