Dean raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised that he had made her laugh so hard, but also glad to hear it.  His heart fluttered at the sound of her giggles, and the smile on her face, his eyes softening completely as he simply took it in, and basked in how happy he seemed to make her in that moment.  

He had craved her laughter for the weeks he was gone, especially during the nights after that first hunt, where he felt that none of it was worth it, anymore. The pain he felt was worse than almost anything he had ever experienced, with nothing and no one to distract him from any of it.  He was bleeding out, while John frantically tried to patch him up.  He half expected to die, and it tore him apart that he was going to die in some dingy motel room, far away from those eyes…

He shook himself from his thoughts, forcing himself to swim out of her eyes and back to reality for a second, “I’m ready when you are…”

Dean then leaned forward, feeling the intense need to just show her appreciation for her existence, in this moment.  Closing his eyes, he kissed her lips, lingering for only a second and then pulled back, “I love you.  You know that?  I don’t want to talk about things tonight, but…I just needed to say that before we head out.”

He then pulled away from her, standing from the bed and turning to offer his arm.  If he sat there too long, he would get emotional, and ruin the night.  So, he chose to not…ruin the night,  “Now.  Enough of that…let’s go party.”