[Dean knew by now he wasn't normal. He was the perfect vessel for the strongest archangel in existence, there was no way that was normal. No human had ever been to Hell, Heaven, and Purgatory and made it out to tell the tale. No human had done the things he had done and still wanted to fight on until the end. He didn't consider himself a hero, just the right kind of soldier, the best hunter there was, and if she could accept that? If she could let him stand here and make a complete fool of himself and still want him? Well, he was damn sure he'd already fallen too hard and too fast for her.
The kiss earned a faint noise of either relief or surprise and Dean lowered his hands to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her as close as she could be, chest to chest, his eyes squeezed shut, because at least then he could pretend none of this stupid crap had happened and they were just back to being them, being two people who got along in the weirdest of ways, and had mind-blowing sex, and accepted the fact that each other was a mess and a monster of their own creation.
Breaking the kiss, Dean rested his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes past the mask.] Now I've made a total ass of myself and went way into the realms chick flick rom-com, can we just try to put this bull behind us? Can we just enjoy the fact I can see and hear again by having a good night and ending it with a bang... so to speak?
[His grin was terrible and he was sure now was hardly the time to make inappropriate jokes, but that was Dean Winchester. Master of inopportune moments.]