"Everything. Tell me anything and everything." She urged, her words muffled by the fact her lips were pressed up against him. She just wanted to hear him talk, to have him confide in her. If he could share things with her that he couldn't with anyone else, that would be the best gift he could ever give her, and it would be helping him at the same time. They'd both end up getting a little something positive out of this, even if they had to go through a lot of sadness to get to this point.
It was very reluctantly that she removed her face from being pressed up against him, and turned so that their cheeks were touching, but she could speak and he'd actually be able to understand her. She wasn't ready to let him go, and she didn't want him to let go of her yet, but she did eye the rest of the bed and the pillows up at the top.
She attempted to move in that direction while still holding onto him, but that just didn't happen, and she pouted as she glanced up at Dean once again. Hopefully he'd just assume it was because she was still depressed, not because she just wanted him to go lay down with her and she had no idea how to silently get that message across. So she just quickly gave up and decided to work on getting him to talk instead. That was the more pressing issue here.
"I want you to tell me about Heaven, and about the things you've seen and done. I want to know about your darkest and worst moments, and about your best ones. I just want...I want to know and memorize you."
She looked up at the pillows once again, and gently nudged him to move in that direction. All of the emotions they had gone through had drained her, and she had no intention of letting him go, but she kind of wanted to lay down and hoped he wouldn't mind doing so. She had a feeling that just as long as she was there and he could hold her, he wouldn't care where they were.
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It was very reluctantly that she removed her face from being pressed up against him, and turned so that their cheeks were touching, but she could speak and he'd actually be able to understand her. She wasn't ready to let him go, and she didn't want him to let go of her yet, but she did eye the rest of the bed and the pillows up at the top.
She attempted to move in that direction while still holding onto him, but that just didn't happen, and she pouted as she glanced up at Dean once again. Hopefully he'd just assume it was because she was still depressed, not because she just wanted him to go lay down with her and she had no idea how to silently get that message across. So she just quickly gave up and decided to work on getting him to talk instead. That was the more pressing issue here.
"I want you to tell me about Heaven, and about the things you've seen and done. I want to know about your darkest and worst moments, and about your best ones. I just want...I want to know and memorize you."
She looked up at the pillows once again, and gently nudged him to move in that direction. All of the emotions they had gone through had drained her, and she had no intention of letting him go, but she kind of wanted to lay down and hoped he wouldn't mind doing so. She had a feeling that just as long as she was there and he could hold her, he wouldn't care where they were.