With Anna so close, Dean found himself quite comfortable as he wrapped his arms around her. She was just so- Anna. There was no other way for him to explain it or describe it. She was one of a kind. And he'd never want her to change, never ever again. "I'd like to stay with you." He spoke, his voice soft as he ran a hand over her hair. He always did like the color, it was such a fiery red. Dean compared it to her attitude that matched when she fought for what she believed in.
At Anna's confession, Dean felt himself nearly speechless. He was flattered, but he didn't know how he could say it back. The word love scared him. It meant commitment, permanently, a frightening concept for Dean. He was always on the road, always hunting, always risking his life. Death was certain. He couldn't handle breaking someone's heart, or having someone walk out on him while he was gone- Another reason why he felt it necessary to just let Liz go. At least with Anna, Dean felt maybe he wouldn't have to worry about that. She'd never leave him, and if he died- Well, he didn't want to think about dying again.
"Me too." He said, moving to kiss the top of her head. That was the most he could muster on that subject, and until he got his feelings untangled, he wasn't sure how he would tell her how much he really enjoyed her company.