Dean chuckled at her quip about him being a child, adjusting himself on the bed to prepare for her laying on his chest.  He had always loved being her pillow.  As she scooted up to him, and found her place on his shoulder, he instinctively brought his arm around her, and ran his fingers up and down her bicep, lovingly.

“Mmm.  I love you too…”, he whispered, leaning his head down just enough to kiss the side of her head.  This was peaceful.  This was out of his nature, but honestly so very part of his nature, at this point.  She was the one that brought him out of himself, and his trauma, even with his steely exterior.  Every day that went by, as an adult hunter made him harder, and less concerned with sharing his feelings, or even getting close to people.

Because people die.  People leave.  He couldn’t help think that way. But the one constant, that he knew would always be sleeping on his shoulder at the end of the day, as long as he would have her, was Mika.  He couldn’t help hold her a bit closer as he drifted off to a pleasant sleep, feeling his most relaxed as he felt her breathing against his arm.