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[ Their jobs, vastly different in all respects but equally fast-paced, mean the time between their visits goes by in a flash more often than not. It's good to have something to look forward to beyond the looming chaos of NYFW in September; flying out to that quiet corner of the midwest, being wrapped up in that feeling of home... She can't wait, either.

Whatever surprise she feels at the promise of a real hunting trip (a date to fit their unconventional brand of romance) dissolves into mingled amusement, a pang of wistfulness to hang up. They talk on the phone all the time, but with what they shared on this call makes it a little harder to let go. (Oh, sweetheart, you've got it bad.) ]

Yeah, I'll be fine, honey. I've gotta get this mess cleaned up, anyway. [ No evidence left behind, formerly cursed watch included. ] You better get in there before your kitchen turns out the same. Say hi to Sam for me.

[ And then, just before they go — ]

Love you.

( truthfully, he never wants to let her go, but there are some things that demand his attention more than others, and she knows when it comes to sam, he's always going to be a little distracted, even if the most dangerous thing sam's getting up to is boiling water. dean just doesn't want his kitchen looking like a damn tornado blew through. they haven't really talked about what their next move is, either, and now that dean's significantly less wound up, it might be a good time to figure out where to go next. they've still got a missing kid to find and a mom to rescue. )

Yeah, you know I will. ( say hi to sam for her, naturally. ) And, hey, I really am proud of you, Bev. You did good. ( it bears repeating, just to reinforce the sentiment, that it wasn't just something he said to get her going.

the warmth of her i love you sinks into his chest, hurtling him back to that hotel room in chicago, the way she felt next to him in the afterglow of the first time he'd admitted it back and everything that followed. he almost doesn't think he can say it again so soon, doesn't know if he can dislodge those three words from where they feel stuck in his throat, thick and heavy with the weight of everyone he's ever loved and lost. but she's still here, she right there on the other the of the line, and she's not going anywhere, not anytime soon. she convinced him of that in chicago.

so after a moment of hesitation, as if he means to say something else entirely, he finally manages a soft, ) Love you too, babe.

[ Oh, that golden feeling is back again; the warmth blooming through her chest, spreading to her fingertips, lighting her up from inside and out. Hard to say what brings it on first — I'm proud or I love you — but her smile is bright and helpless all the same. Months ago, she wouldn't have trusted feeling like this. She'd been betrayed by it for years, until she couldn't tell what was genuine from what was just manipulation and empty platitudes. But this feels right in a way her bond with the Losers feels right. Honest, real, after a lifetime of wading through the bullshit.

She knows it's hard for Dean, too. Knows that words with that much weight have come with a price before — and she gets it. She's paid for it too, in her own way. It's only been a few short weeks since they confessed the depth of their feelings for each other but now that it's out there, mutual, Bev doesn't want to stop herself from telling him every chance they get. They deserve this and she'll say it for the both of them if she has to; doesn't make it any less true for either of them, anyway. He wouldn't have come back to her if he didn't mean it. And she wouldn't have let him back in if she didn't, either.

Still. It's nice to hear. God, it's so nice. ]

Thanks, Dean. [ Suffused with warmth and fondness, as always. ] Talk soon. Bye.

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