And I will take You in my arms And hold you right where you belong Till the day my life is through This I promise you
What he could communicate in just one touch or look or half-teasing phrase was more than most could with a million words, in Claire's experience. It was simply how Dean Winchester was, showing how he felt with actions, not words. And, really, she didn't need the flowery professions of undying adoration or any of the rest; even the wedding vows had been far more elaborate than anything normally shared.
All she needed was that touch. The muttered words were just a bonus that made her nerves tingle just as much now as they had the first time he'd ever spoken them.
"I love you, Batman," she said, far clearer but pitched to still be just for him, fingers sliding from the back of his neck up into his hair just slightly, enough for manicured nails to make paths through the short-shorn hair.