Dean held your face in his hand, a stern look on his face as his other hand kept hold of your wrist. He's so sick of seeing you beat yourself up about everything. He loves you why don't you get that? Sure he had a history of being a womanizer, so he gets why you'd be... hesitant to fully trust his perception of you.

He's got attachment issues sure, but he's not a big enough douche to date you without acknowledging your identity, "Babe, I'm your boyfriend and you're mine. That's that." He'd caught you digging through your stuff the morning after you'd stayed in his room, and so he'd let you put on whatever you needed to before getting up himself and trying to keep you from rushing out.

"Hey, you know I don't give a damn about anything you used to be. Sure, usually my preference is chicks, let's call you my awakening or something." His grip softened and he sighed, leaning down to press his lips against yours. "I love you, okay? I love having you as a boyfriend."