[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean was relieved that Esme was smiling, and agreed to get dressed and come with him.  He was half afraid she would want to run far away from him, after what had happened between him and Sam in front of her.  But she didn’t seem to want to run.  He sighed in relief and nodded.

“I think I can make food happen too.”, he whispered, scrunching his face up as he leaned in close to her face.  When she kissed him, he almost forgot Sam was back in the room, making a small and content sound as he brought his own hand up to brush her hair back and cup her cheek, before she pulled back from him, causing him to chase the kiss a bit, with his mouth open.

“I guess I can go get them for you…”, he whispered, his eyes still closed and his eyebrows raised, “If I can find them all…”

He stood from her with a laugh and ran his hand down to pinch her chin gently before turning to the door and opening it.  He stepped out into the room, looking around for all of her clothes, stopping to glance over at Sam.

“You alright?”, he asked, as he bent and picked up Esme’s underwear and jeans.  He stepped over in front of Sam, snatching her bra and shirt from the chair opposite his brother with two fingers.  He then snatched her shoes off the floor and turned back toward the bathroom, thankful he was able to find pretty much everything on his own.  As he waited for Sam to answer him, he bent and grabbed his own jeans from the floor, stepping behind the partition wall to pull them on over his legs, dropping the sheet nearby, “You’re being quiet.  I don’t like when Sam’s quiet…”

He pushed the bathroom door open and threw Esme’s clothes toward her feet before walking back out to join Sam.