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*so. blushing* Oh, Sam... *smiles, steps up to just hug him, warm and gentle and yet. Strong enough* Thank you. *softly* It is. Worthwhile.

*hugs her close, tight, but just gently enough that it's not clingy. for once* It all is. Every moment.

*radiant smile, just hugs back, arms slipping up around his shoulders and neck, glad that he's steady, glad that he's alright. Right now. Rises up to her tiptoes for a moment so that she can rest her cheek against his*

*just hugs her close. broadly grinning into her hair, heart racing somewhat, even*

*her words are soft, almost uncertain - not in her sentiment, but in whether he quite always wants to hear it* I love you, Sam Winchester. *not just in the bad times, not just when the going was rough. In the good times too. Always. Everywhere*

I love you, Sarah Blake. *grinning. happy. no hesitation, no worries or concern. right now... this is the best thing ever*

*and now she kisses him. Because it is good. Lingeringly, lovingly, warmly. After that* If you keep at that, I'll decide you like the way I look when I'm blushing.

*somewhere between a smirk and a goofy grin* You're cute when you blush.

*tongue in cheek* Just when I blush?

*grins* Other times, too. Probably shouldn't talk about that where Dean can hear.

*annnd cue another faint blush, and a definitely speculative look - and smile - at him. And a bland, if laughter-laced* He does seem to prefer to avoid knowing about certain things, doesn't he.

Yeah, he does. *innocent, straight face, inasmuch as he can manage it without cracking up* Can't imagine why.

*soft giggle, snuggles closer* I'm pretty certain he wouldn't care to explain it if you asked. Which... leaves us to do ... *lips brushing on his cheek* as we please when he isn't looking.

*grins, nuzzling lightly at her cheek, stealing kisses inwards towards her mouth* I think I like the sound of that.

*softly* I should hope so... there are some really nice things he might not ... be interested in. *by an effort of will, doesn't rush things by turning her face to meet his kisses immediately ... but absolutely cheats (so he can reach her lips more quickly) by smiling widely. One of her hands caresses his arm, the other moves up and down the side of his back, slowly, enjoying this - and making it enjoyable for him too*

*smiling against her mouth, kisses her slowly, maybe even a little shy about deepening the kiss, one hand cupping her face and brushing lightly through her hair.. definitely enjoying, but also a small sense of wonder to it all*

*opens up into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed, but doesn't press it deeper than he is. Tastes his lips, his mouth, though, the touch of his fingers welcome; making her shift just a bit closer, her arm reach around him just a little bit further. And yes, the wonder is shared. But much better than taking anything for granted, right?*

*oh so much better. touching her, tasting her, finding new little ways every moment to express how wonderful this is for him, unexpected comfort and contentment, he can't quite think of what the words are but the feelings are definitely there*

*this? is real. It doesn't need the words, when his breath is mixing up with hers, where his meaning, his feeling, is clear and she can respond in kind. And she embraces it, embraces him, accepts and supports and trusts. And finds comfort and help and completion in turn*

There are little moments, of course, when the kiss breaks. When they have to come up for air. And in those little moments he's smiling, eyes bright with amazement that he can feel this good. That things can be this good, this happy. Sarah's here, warm, alive, in his arms. Dean's here, got his back. Dean's got Cassie, as happy with her as he'll let himself be. It's ... everything he never knew he dreamed of, and they have it.

It would possibly be hard to tell whose eyes reflect the light from whose, between the two of them. He is here, alive and bright in her arms, no tension making his jaw clench. Just right now.

Her murmur is low, bright, and her palm on his cheek is light. "I rather like this smile right here, I believe."

There's a bit of a blush there. Just a little bit of one. His cheek hot against her palm.

"Mm, I think I like this one..." his fingertip traces up her cheek, till he can cup his hand around her cheek, brush her lips with his thumb. "Much better."

There's a bit of a wider smile there, just a trifle teasing. "Always pleased to please." Her fingers smooth a bit over the heated cheek, indeed.

He chuckled at that, kissing her briefly. "Oh really?" It was getting on towards that day, after all. Or maybe he just wanted to be close to her, that way, this way, every way.

"Really really." Her eyes sparkled a little, and she lightly nipped at his lower lip, barely more than a hint of it really. "Do you want proof? I'd try to see how I can do at any challenge you'd put before me..." Tease tease. And not just. Open for him to take either way.

"Mmm..." First a kiss. Brief and sweet. And then maybe a slightly longer one. "I got a few challenges in mind..."

And with that, he leaned over and threw her over his shoulder, one arm solid and tight around her waist (and maybe one hand on her ass. just because he could) and heading off in the general direction of room and bed.

"We'll be back later!" he calls out, just in case Dean's actually listening.

Sarah squeaked a bit, then laughed as Sam was carrying her, one of her hands curling slightly into the side of his shirt, but otherwise, just content.

And Dean murmured fake-grumpily, "you'd better, but I don't wanna know."

Which, probably, neither of them heard anyway...