[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean’s heart fluttered as Esme admitted that she wouldn’t have been able to leave the house, after that fight. It’s everything he wanted to hear and part of him was afraid that she, like everyone else in his life, was just telling him what he wanted to hear. But judging by the way she brushed his lips, and the warmth he could feel in her body language, she seemed completely there with him. She was there with him, and she had always planned to stay.

An incredulous look covered Dean’s face when she ordered him not to let her stay away from him, as if he could just force her to stick around. He chuckled, “Since when does anyone ‘let’ you do anything? Hmm?”

He leaned into her a bit as her hand found his cheek, a touch that he had waited for since the moment had walked out that door the last time. He would never speak those emotions out loud, of course. He wasn’t one to get attached, especially now that he was on his own. But he was…attached. He returned her sweet kiss, inhaling through his nose as he crawled onto the bed a bit further, reaching a hand up to brush his fingers through her hair. He deepened the kiss briefly, gently brushing her blonde strands with his fingers.

After a few moments, he broke the kiss, and lifted his head to stare down at Esme, his forehead pressed against hers, “I feel like I need to be the responsible one here, and make you get some rest. You’re gonna be sore enough tomorrow.”

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her upper lip, then the tip of her nose, and finally her cheek, “Do you need any aspirin or anything? Whiskey?”