Dean smiled at her expression, continuing the movement of his finger against her jaw.  He loved the little faces she made, and the way she closed her eyes when her cheeks were touched.  He even loved the way she looked cross eyed when he kissed her nose or got too close to her face without warning.  It all made him smile.

He cleared his throat, rolling onto his stomach so that he could get a better view of her eyes, and brushed more hair from in front of her face, “Dad thinks Esme is poison.  And he thinks your memory is poison.  He’ll understand once I tell him everything…well…as much as I can.”

He whispered the words with the softest voice he could muster, “You’re the only constant thing, other than Sammy, I have ever had.  And now, it’s just you.  Sammy’s gone, and for how long…I don’t know.”