Dean took a deep and shaky breath, feeling his nose brushing close enough to hers to touch. He tilted his head to close that gap, inhaling sharply as he felt her nose against his.  He felt pathetic, and weak.  He felt as if the world had fallen out from under his feet, and he was reacting the worst to it.  If only his dad could see him, at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, and fought off the urge to cover her mouth, to stop her words.  But he didn’t.  He simply took them in, and shook his head.

“I didn’t say that…”, he whispered, in response to her speaking about her PTSD pushing him away.  While it was the case on one hand, it wasn’t the sole reason.

Bobby stepped through the kitchen, stopping his steps as he noticed both his kids on the couch.  He let a sad smirk hit the corners of his mouth, and looked down at the ticket he was bringing to Dean.  Not wanting to interfere with what looked like progress, he simply turned on his heel and stepped back into the garage with a sigh.

Dean released her hair, quickly pushing the sides of her hair away from her face.  He kept his nose pressed to hers, trying to reign in the tears before he could find the words to say.

“I know…”, was all he could muster, at first.  He took a deep breath again, sniffling loudly before brushing his lips against hers.  It wasn’t a kiss, but he wanted to kiss her so badly.  It wouldn’t fix things, but at least it would make things seem more normal, “I know.  I know…”

Even though he was shaky, he kissed her with a sigh.  He was still devastated.  He still felt as if she had punched a hole in his gut, with her lack of faith in him.  He still resented the fact that she wouldn’t set her boundaries or things she would like him to do, to keep her, and keep her sane.  But the time without her had proven to him one thing.

It had always been her.

He pulled back from her, helping her to sit up straight on the couch by her arms, before positioning himself in front of her again with a deep kiss, which he allowed to linger and continue for a while.  He then broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers once more, with a whisper, “I’m sorry…”

Bobby glanced through the kitchen window and smirked, although he didn’t agree with them being so close, so fast.  Their relationship was toxic, and he couldn’t necessarily agree with all of it, but when they were good…they were good.  He couldn’t help but root for them.  He wiped his hands and resigned himself to the garage, to allow them the space they needed to at least get over this one hump.

“Yeah.  They’re gonna be alright…”, he muttered.