Dean allowed her to take his hands as she explained everything.  He relived the nightmares all over again in flashes as she spoke.  He tried to remember any clues that anyone was lying to him back in the days after she had…died.  He reached down as she spoke and toyed with her fingers a bit, taking in every inch he could.

When she removed her shirt to show him her scars, he gasped a bit, shocked he had never noticed them before.  It explained why most of their time together occurred under cloaks of darkness, regardless where they were.  He reached up and gently ran his fingers over the scars.

“I’m right here.”, he whispered, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, “I’m right here.”

He sat in that position for a bit, just taking in everything she had just said.  He still felt as if he was dreaming, or under some sort of spell.  But, he also believed every word of it, because he had no evidence otherwise…and the scars.

Sighing once more, he turned her back to him, “Look.  I’m not normally the move on from things kind of person, but I’m not…going…anywhere.  Do you hear me?  I’m not happy, about everything that’s happened.  I mean…long con and all that.  But this is a lot.  I’m here.  You’re here.  You’re alive.”

Smirking, he cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her lightly.