Feeling her rest against his arm, Dean smiled down at her and finally just lifted his arm and looping around her shoulders, kissing her temple. "You know, I'm not one for sappy, chick flick kinda moments, but you really know how to make me a damn marshmallow without sayin' a god damn word," he joked, even if it was mostly true. She made him want to be better at being himself, which was weird, and she made him happy, respected who he was and what that meant, and she just... accepted him, which was nice.
Pulling the car onto the dirt road that led off into the woods, Dean put the headlights on full beam and smiled a little to himself. He pulled into a clearing that was empty of anyone else and killed the engine, though the music was still on, low, a quiet stream of sound to break the silence.
Shifting in his seat to look at her, his arm still outstretched, he ran his fingers over the back of her neck. "You're so pretty," he told her in a childish way, giving her a silly little grin to play up the whole teenagers-in-a-car-in-the-woods scenario.