It wasn't what she'd been expecting, that little confession. She knew the way Sam idolized Dean and how he discussed everything with him. Twice. She looked down at her hand, turning it slightly so that it could catch the morning rays through the stones and then she looked back at him.
"Lay with me." She waited until he was sprawled on her giant bed, still much bigger than him, and then crawled up next to him and tucked herself against him. With one leg draped over the top of his thighs and her arm across his chest, she could feel his heart. "Did you know that you're perfect to me? Even when you're frustrating, you're perfectly frustrating to me?"
Her tone was conversational, easy, light. She tilted her head up so she could brush her lips against his jaw and then she continued. "Perfectly handsome and perfectly smart and perfectly patient and impatient and perfectly concerned and protective of what's yours and I love you and I want to be yours, forever."