A contented sigh left my lips as I nuzzled my head into Dean's bare chest, feeling him pull me closer to his body till there was no space left between us. Sheets tangled around my feet and I shook them free only to tangle them with Dean's instead.
He laughed at my antics then, shaking his head. Gentle fingers threaded through the ebony strands of my hair then as Dean gazed down at me lovingly, propping himself up on one elbow.
A smile tugged at my lips, entranced by the candy-apple hue of his eyes, "What?"
He gave a minute shake of his head, continuing to look at me in that way, "Sometimes I'm still amazed that you're back in my arms like this..."
Reaching out my fingers to brush along his jaw, I let them trail down his neck and then to his chest only to feel him shudder under my touch.
"You know I'll always come back to you, Dean. Nothing on earth could ever stop me from being with you. Not again." I said, my words soft and quiet in the stillness of our shared bedroom.
He caught my hand, pressing a feather-light kiss to my knuckles and my eyes fluttered shut, not surprised in the slightest when those soft lips found my own. Dean's hand slid down then to rest on my side and I shivered at the simple touch, finding the nape of his neck to run my fingers through the tufts of blond hair there.
"And I'll never leave you, my Parksy..." he mumbled against my lips before colliding them with mine once more.
When our kisses finally came to an end though, we were both breathing hard, wrapped up in each other's embrace.
Still working to get air back into my lungs, I couldn't help but ask the question that had been on my mind for a while now, "Dean...when are you going to talk to Yasmin?"
A sigh escaped his mouth and I continued determinedly, "She's your daughter, Dean. You need to make this right, try and have a relationship with her,"
"I try and she just pushes me further away," he said gruffly.
"You mean like you pushed Mary away?" I shot back, propping myself up now to look down at my husband, his head resting on the pillow.
His green eyes locked on mine then, narrowing, "You've been gossiping with Sam again,"
I shrugged, smirking a bit, "He says things, I listen,"
He rolled his eyes in response and another sigh escaped from between his pink lips, "I just...I don't know what I'm doing wrong here. I can't...I can't even begin to explain to her how sorry I am that I wasn't there for her growing up. There's so many 'firsts' I've missed - first tooth, first day of school, first prom, first boyfriend I didn't get to shoot with my rifle."
I burst out laughing at the last one and he cracked a smile as I smacked him on the arm, "I just...I don't know how to make it right, Park,"
"Why don't you start with 'sorry'?"
Green orbs connected with mine and I couldn't help but reach out my hand, caressing his cheek softly.
"Just start there."