Over and over I fall When I hear you call Without you in my life, baby I just wouldn't be living at all
Claire smiled, wide and brilliant, at the compliment. She was something of an 'expert' now on sorting out what Dean-code meant and she knew what he was saying, far beyond the actual words, but those actual words carried weight too. She was someone who had once fixated on the knowledge she would look forever sixteen with a youthful anger at never being 'womanly enough', but it was this man, so well-known – thanks to the trick of 'fiction' here – for his liking of busty women or just women in general, that had been the one to teach her that it didn't matter. He'd been the one to love in spite of her forever youthfulness, something she did still consider an issue for what it would mean in ten or twenty or more years, but no longer a life-inhibiting flaw.
"Like the amazing, sexy Dean Winchester would marry anything less than this?" she said with a soft laugh, then leaned in to kiss his jaw again. This time the kiss didn't end at the spot, for a few short, gentle kisses later, her lips were on his.
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