As Dean pulled her into him closer and traced his figners up and down her arm, she smiled contently knowing that right now, in the way she was she felt she was home. She felt safe in his grip, even with them both being injured the way they were. She laughed as he remembered about that particular night, nodding as she too thought her mother was going to kick him out, but it seemed her mother surprised them both. It was at the time, the most awkward and embarrassing moment but also so hysterical. 

She too remembered how much respect he gave her mother and she was convinced that that was the vital moment that won her mother over with him. Ever since that encounter she seemed to remember him getting on with her really well. "Pretty sure that was one of the final moments she decided to root for us so much and was so willing to be on our side when dad wasn't" she commented. She hadn't spoken about her parents in so long and in some ways it was heartbreaking to use past tense when talking about them, but in others it was almost therapeutic to be able to talk about them again. She had bottled up every memory so deep she was convinced she was going to grow up forgetting them for a long while.

When he said he still had the one polaroid photos he took of her from that night in his journal, she felt surprised but glad that he didn't try and forget those happier times they had together. "I didn't think you'd keep it, and I agree we should do more of those kinds of things again. THough the hiding aspect of that was kinda fun, you gotta admit" she said to him after he kissed her hand with a chuckle. "When dad caught you sneaking off that one time and started shouting after you out my window was particularly amusing" she smirked. "I thought he was going to burst a blood vessel in his throat" she laughed more.