Dean adjusted himself a bit as she moved her leg to a more comfortable position.  He smiled softly at the fact that she still liked romantic movies.  It was one of the most random endearing things about her, to him.  She was so tough, and could be mean, but then would cry into a bowl of ice cream at the drop of a hat if the right movie was put on.

He watched her wash the parts of her body that she could reach on her own.  When she was finished, he reached forward, leaning his back off the edge of the tub and took the cloth from her hand.  Pushing her hair to the side gently, he wiped the cloth down her back, carefully.  As he did so, he leaned forward and gently kissed the scars that she had hidden beneath her tattoo, “I love that you love simple things.  It just makes you more perfect, every time I think about it.”

He laughed against her shoulder, planting a soft kiss there and then leaned his chin against the side of her neck, “And Bobby didn’t even get that mad at us…”

He trailed off in a laugh, kissing behind her ear as he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the calm.