Dean shrugged, looking around at what little she had to do, “Suit yourself. I’ll be out in a bit.”
He scoffed and turned around to walk upstairs turning sharply when she called his name one more time, and said the “L” word to his face. He raised his eyebrows, standing still for several seconds, before clearing his throat with a soft smile, “Um. I know.”
His soft smile widened a bit, and he winked at her. These were all subtle body language cues that he used to let people know that they were safe, or that he loved them and just couldn’t say the word out loud. He then carefully turned around and walked up the stairs, trying not to touch the bannisters.
He opened her door, stepping into the bedroom once again with a sigh, taking in the fact that he was still here. She was here, and she loved him. He smirked as he removed his shirts, and tossed them onto his bag to try and not ruin any of her laundry. He shoved his sweats down, and toed off his shoes.
“She loves you…”, he whispered to himself, biting his lip as he turned the shower on and stepped in as the water heated up, “Hot damn…”