"You're sure it's okay?"

Dean's voice filters over the phone, sounding worried. You were Rory's twin sister and even though it had been almost six months since they'd broken up, he couldn't help but second guess himself. You were great and perfect and a lot more compatible with him than Rory was, but part of him still felt bad.

"Yeah, it'll be okay. My mom's in Hartford and Rory's just gonna be in her room studying all night. You can just sneak in and spend the night."

You respond excitedly, sitting cross-legged on your bed and rocking back and forth. Dean cracks a smile, feeling a little better. Your voice just fixed everything.

"If you're sure. Spend the night, huh?"

"Yeah! Mom doesn't mind."

"I dunno, angel, you kick real bad in your sleep."

Dean teases, although you can clearly hear him putting on his coat and getting his keys anyways.

"You put that bruise on yourself last time."

You retaliate, pouting and slumping on your bed.

"I did not!"

Dean chuckles, packing his overnight bag. He couldn't wait to see you. It was like bubbles filling his throat.

"Alright, sweetheart, I'm on my way over. Promise you won't leave me out in the snow again?"

He smirks, remembering a couple weeks ago when you'd fallen asleep right before he got to your house and promptly left him waiting on the porch during a blizzard for fifteen minutes.

"That was one time! And I made up for it a lot!"

You whine, hearing Dean laughing on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah ya did. You can always recreate that again tonight if you wanna."

He teases.