Dean continued to chuckle, trying to calm his laughter so as to not potentially wake Bobby from his much needed beauty rest, especially with a story that was about him.  He had known Bobby most of his life, and never had he seen the old man not reserved, and in high spirits, drunk or not.  However, lately, he had been a bit down in the dumps.  Dean fondly thought about the idea of Bobby just being silly, and relaxing, and telling some corny joke to his niece.  Compared to the hell he put himself through now days, it sounded like heaven.

When she pecked him on the lips, he smirked and pecked hers back, staring lazily into her eyes as she spoke, “I guess it’s the fact that you haven’t changed much for me.  I still see your eyes in there somewhere.  I still see you.  You just grew up, and you had some…issues.  There’s nothing we can’t fix, unless we don’t want to fix it.”

He leaned in and pecked her lips, letting his kiss linger, and then smoothed her hair out against the side of her head with his fingers.

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Dean was having issues not falling asleep against her shoulder as he planted kisses there, and then forgot about the last kiss and repeated himself.  When she chimed in about getting out of the tub, he smiled and nodded.

“Yeah.  I could use a pillow…and I need to be tangled.”, he scoffed through his nose against her shoulder, and kissed the back of her neck, before moving her forward and standing with care.  He stepped out of the tub, reaching his hand out for her, and grabbed a towel with his other hand.