The Little Things

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I can't remember when it started, but I hope it doesn't stop. It's the little things. Just tiny little things he does, and says that he didn't used to before we started dating. Some are more obvious, kisses and hand holding and such. But others are just... Something he seems to subconsciously do.

There's a particular shine in his eyes, lightness in his step, firmness in his hand when I'm around. Just itty bitty things I notice and can't help but fall further in love with.

But more than anything it's his words. I know it didn't start immediately like holding, kissing and hand holding. Calling me 'baby' 'sweetheart' 'baby girl' and my favorite 'kitten'

Cooking dinner in the bunker, "Hand me that spoon, baby," he says without looking over, while reading a new recipe.

Giving me a long warm hug after coming in from the rain. "Sweet heart, you got a little something... Right... Everywhere," he's laugh kissing the tip of my nose.

Falling asleep on his chest on the couch, "Aw... Is my little kitten getting sleepy?" He's coo as I drift off into peaceful slumber.

Sitting with me on the floor of our bedroom, letting me cry when I need to. "Shhh, I got you baby girl. I got you, shhh shhh shhh," stroking my hair gently, pressing his warm lips on my exposed neck.

Changing the words to a song to add one of his little names for me, when we play guitar together and sing in one of the unused rooms of the bunker.

Or when he sittings against the wall and just watches me play on the beautiful grand piano we found in another one of the back rooms. Finding us new sheet music to try out. Harmonizing guitar and piano together.

It's the other things too. Holding my hand when we walk around in public. Sharing a bed in motels. Sharing kisses. On very rare occasions taking me on dates. Sometimes out dates actually have to do with cases, but there are times when Dean whispers "Wear something without blood stains and rips at the knees," into my hair. And we sneak out to dinner or a movie or just to walk around and pretty town and kiss under the stars.

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