Dean couldn’t know it, maybe he could guess, but he couldn’t know for sure that she was thinking exactly the same him. Impulsive was something he normally wasn’t. Oh he would pick up girls without too much thought, but as for commitment, which seemed to be what they were talking about here, well, that was a whole different thing altogether.
But for once, he wasn’t running. Wasn’t even considering it. He liked that Buffy was being upfront about feeling the same as he did right now. Girls too often had a tendency to say what they thought the guy wanted to hear rather than what was actually in their minds. Buffy wasn’t like that, it seemed and it was just one more reason why he wanted to stay with her.
He was about to agree, and say yeah, it was time they got out of there when she made the cryptic comment about a wish. Brows knitted together, he followed her gaze and felt his eyes widen as he saw the snow. “It’s you! You’re a good luck omen or something. Oh god, it’s snowing. I wanna go play…” He’d been like this since he was a child. A hint of one snowflake and Dean turned back into a five year old…only now it would be more fun. Now he had Buffy to share it with.
Hurriedly, he paid for the food neither of them had really wanted and hauled her out into the snow. “We need to find somewhere where we can roll around in this before we settle down for the night. Any suggestions?”