You are. [Sam agreed, watching in amusement as Dean look down and studied his chest pretty damn close. Dean was seriously wanting the sentimental stuff? Either that or she was setting him up for a hell of a lot of teasing later. He debated a moment or so before leaning in to press his lips against her ear, one hand coming up to stroke her hair back away from her face as he spoke.] Know what else? I am also really happy you're here with me, Dean... and I'm so glad you came up here to visit me that night and that we got drunk enough to actually... do what we did. [He moved, down, nuzzling into her shoulder, pressing a kiss where it met her neck.]

I know you probably don't believe me, Dean, but dude, I missed you so much when I came up here and yeah, I was pissed about what happened the night I told Dad about Stanford, but... mostly it was just weird as hell not having you with me. [He shrugged.] You were like, one of the only good things about my life growing up.

And... [He drew away, maybe blushing a bit himself now, not quite meeting her eyes.] if you tease me about any of this later, dude, I am totally kicking your ass when you're back to normal.