you were the shadow to my light

Dean watched as Alice tilted her head, absolutely adoring the woman and everything she did. "I'm willing to take the fall if it means we avoid anything like this ever again." Dean promised, kissing the top of Alice's head, placing his arm around his waist as Alice guided him from the bedroom they shared. The bunker had become the perfect little sanctuary, a place where they could act like a normal couple in between cases, days where Dean cooked and they discussed ways they could personalise the bunker burned into the back of Dean's memory. "What do you want for breakfast?" Dean asked, smiling down at his soulmate.

Rosie couldn't help but laugh with Sam's words. "Babe, you're a Winchester. You were born to be dramatic." Rosie murmured into the material of his t-shirt, too comfortable in his embrace to pull away. After everything they'd gone through, from the moment they'd met, helped Rosie appreciate the quiet times even more. "Thank you," Rosie laughed, pulling away as she went to her Poptart, not wanting it to go cold.

Alice smiled with the feeling, her heart swelling with Dean’s words, and she found herself watching fondly. “With any luck, nothing like that will ever happen again,” she murmured quietly, leaning into his hold as they walked, and she breathed out quietly, happily, finding so much comfort in Dean’s presence that it was almost surreal, but she loved it; she loved him. “Waffles.” She grinned up at Dean, then, watching him. “With ice cream, of course.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh with the mention of it, shaking his head slightly. “I call foul on that,” he said with amusement, “I’m not like every other Winchester, after all.” He winked teasingly at her, but his happiness flooded through him, because nothing had changed, even in the time they were away from each other, even with her having been trapped in a different dimension entirely. “You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured, leaning to kiss her forehead, “I love you, you know that?”

Dean laughed with Alice's words, smiling down at her with nothing but love, all the love he'd held to himself until he'd met her. "Of course, we can't miss out the ice cream." Dean pressed a sweet kiss to Alice's forehead, the smell of her shampoo invading his senses in the most wonderful ways. Dean had never imagined that one day, he'd settle down with someone, but Alice had come along and proved him wrong about so many things - and god, he loved her for it. Heading into the kitchen, Dean pretended to gag at Sam and Rosie's public display of affection. "Gross."

Rosie laughed with Sam's words. "That's true," Rosie teased gently. "You're smarter than Dean, after all." Although she took a moment to watch Sam; the happiness reflected on his face making Rosie's heart swell happily, unable to articulate quite how much she loved him. As he kissed her forehead, Rosie sighed happily, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck. "I know," she promised. "And you know that I love you, so much, right?" Hearing Dean though, Rosie rolled her eyes. "Shut up!"

Alice grinned with Dean’s words and she nodded slightly. “Perfect,” she hummed out happily as she followed him, though she made a face at Dean’s teasing towards Sam and Rosie, laughing quietly, amused. “You’re such a hypocrite, Dean.”

Sam grinned with Rosie’s words. “Course I’m smarter than Dean,” he hummed out happily, though his heart swelled as he leaned to kiss her for a moment. “I love you, too, more than anything in this world.” Instead of reacting to his brother, though, he just flipped Dean off, not taking his attention away from Rosie, not wanting to look away from her, afraid she’d disappear again.