[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3] Dean shook his head, “Me forgiving you is not your decision. Trust me…I know how scary the thought of leaving this all behind is. Hell, I was scared, just thinking about it, before I opened my big mouth.” “So forgive yourself, for me?”, he asked, but the music had already started, and he narrowed his eyes before letting them go wild. He sighed in relief, when he realized he wasn’t starting to sing, and the lyrics to the song weren’t flooding his mind, like before. But then her eyes softened, and his heart sank. She was about to spill her entire heart in a song, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. As her voice began singing the melody, he let out a pained sigh, tears coming to his eyes almost immediately, knowing she didn’t want to do this, but as her hand brushed his cheek, he leaned into it gently, pressing his eyes closed. His arms still reached for her a bit as she pulled away and kept singing. He let his eyes flutter open, watching her painfully as she sang the words that he had feared she was feeling, the entire time they had been back in each other’s presence. He loved Mika, more than anyone on earth, but he couldn’t lie about the lack of closure making it hard to let Esme go. He could sympathize with every word she sang as he shivered, and watched her look back at him. He was speechless… As she took the outstretched hand that he had forgotten about, he looked down at their hands, her smaller fingers feeling so familiar against his skin. His emotions were at a level he hadn’t bothered to feel in a while, letting a few extra tears fall from his eyes as she met them with her own. He sniffled roughly, shaking himself from the pain of hearing the words leave her mouth, and brought his free hand up to her cheek, helping her to wipe away the tears. Dean was still speechless, just staring at her, taking in everything she had sang, and weighing his options and consequences. He let out another loud sigh, overwhelmed by the decisions flooding his mind, and did the one thing he was good at. He placed a hand on either side of her face, pushing her hair back with his fingers, and turned her toward the side of the building. Gently pushing her back against the brick, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, pressing his body against hers as his breath hitched in his throat. Dean didn’t know what else to do. He wanted to make her forgive herself. He wanted to drive home the fact that he forgave her, but he also just wanted to have the closure of being with her one more time. Cupid blissfully watched them, as he orchestrated things, forcing every ounce of emotion Dean had into the kiss. It was organic. It was a longing Dean had. He just needed a tiny push, to pull himself away from Mika long enough to act on it…