dean helps you out the car with a hand on the small of your back, arm slipping around your waist as you walk up the stairs. once in the motel room, he walks over to the small fridge and pulls out a beer.

you sit on the bed, your legs stretched out in front of you as you sigh. “i love you, dean” you smile. even though he wasn’t one to express his love through words, you always had a sliver of hope he’d get more comfortable with it.

he groans, but looks over and sees a smile on your face, his heart swelling as he feigns annoyance. “yeah, yeah. i love you too.”