As you poured drinks for the kids, the neighborhood grill out was in full. Dean walked up behind you, his hand resting lightly on your hip as he leaned in, his warm breath against your neck. You turned to him and kissed him softly on the cheek. “You okay, sweetheart?” His gaze lingered on you, a mixture of love and vulnerability in his eyes. The reminder of the life you’d built together, a life that had become a reality from Sam’s last wish.