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comforting kisses-Dean

Dean: 

"Maybe we can stay here for a while... just a while longer..." you suggested, resting your hand against the side of his face. 
Letting your nails softly scratch the scruff along his jaw. 

He sighed and turned his face toward your hand placing a kiss to your fingers. His hand that was holding your thigh that was placed over his hip, reached up and grabbed your hand. He rested his lips to your hand once more before lacing your fingers with his. 

He hummed in content. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea. Just stay-" he let go of your hand, placing it on your back and pulling you flush to his chest. You gasped lightly. "Right here." He finished with a smug smile on his plush lips. You couldn't help the soft glow that rested against your cheeks. 

You were so close that you could feel him smile. Your nose gently bumped against his as you moved to the side of his face, so you were able to rest your cheek against his. Your head was perfectly placed between the pillow and your boyfriend. 

"Dean..." you whispered, your breath ghosting over his ear. "Yeah sweetheart." He answered delicately. 
"I don't ever want to lose this. Promise to be careful..." you said moving your face once more to be in front of his. 
Your eyes met, "I promise... do you promise?" He asked almost hesitantly. 

You nodded your head gently, and ran a hand through his hair. 
"I promise you Dean Winchester." You muttered breathily. 

He gripped you tighter, his eyes closed gently. A tear slipping passed his butterfly lashes. You quickly kissed it away. 

He took a shuddering breath. "I love you (y/n)." He sighed. 

Your hand came to rest against the back of his neck, scratching delicately. His eyes were still closed, a few more tears slipped from his deep forrest eyes. You leaned in barely brushing your lips against his. 
"I love you too Dean." 

You fully pressed your lips to his. He slowly reached forward. Lips moving together soft and slow. No rush, not any heat. Just sweet and slow love. Lasting for a moment, but lingering for hours. 
You pulled away, and rested your forehead against his. He opened his eyes and looked at you in awe. 

You brushed your lips across his cheek, once again moving so your cheek rested against his. Everything was delicate, and pure in that moment. It was everything.