Dean stumbles into Alex's room, toeing off his shoes and hanging his coat on the back of the chair. He sits down on your bed slowly, pulling you down beside him. "Was cold out there tonight, love." He whispers, nuzzling against you.

Alex follows you into the room, mimicking your loss of clothes and letting you pull him down. He instinctively puts a hand to his stomach, where the fresh tattoo rests just below his navel. "Yes it was. Still a bit sore?"

"A bit." Dean murmurs softly, wrapping his arms around you. "You did a good job healing it up, though." He kisses your cheek lightly, snuggling up at your side. "I'm glad you were there when I had it done."

"Of course I'd be there, love.... you told me you wanted it and I said I'd make it happen." He smiles wearily and kisses your forehead. "Thanks for being there for the tattoo, too..." He rubs his fingers against his stomach lightly.

Dean rests his hand over your own lightly. "I'll always be there for you." He whispers quite seriously. "I'm honored that you let me..." His voice trails off, not really knowing what to say, instead just tangling his fingers with your own and resting his cheek on your shoulder.

Alex chuckles softly. "Too good for me..." It's a whisper and maybe a little bitter but he doesn't mean it that way, and he kisses your forehead again and squeezes your hand. "Love you, baby."

"Love you too." Dean smiles, melting against your touch. "Care to snuggle a bit?" He teases lightly, tugging you down onto the bed with him.

"Always..." Alex smiles and lays down against the duvet, pulling you up into his side. "It was really amazing...watching you get pierced today..." His voice is soft, weary, but happier than he's sounded the last few days.

Dean giggles softly. "You have no idea how close I came to not doing it." His arms wrap back around your waist loosely. "I'm just glad you were there."

"You didn't want to do it?" He frowns slightly. "I hope I didn't... I mean.. I hope you didn't do it just for me."

"No, I wanted to!" He stumbles out. "I just wasn't completely sure what it was going to be like. It looks really cool, though." His fingers trail down your cheek softly, tipping your chin upward. "I hope you like it, love; your opinion is important to me. But I got it because I wanted it."

"I like it." He smiles again, more genuinely. "I love it, of course... I love everything you do..." He chuckles and turns his head to catch your lips quickly. "But I'm glad you did it for yourself...I... the tattoo wasn't really for me, but I had to do it..."

"I know, love." He murmurs softly, capturing your lips again with his own. "I think it's a lovely way to honor her."

He nods quickly, closing his eyes and leaning into your lips to hide the hard flash that he knows is in his eyes. "Yeah..." Kissing you again.

Dean snuggles closer to you, resting his head against your chest. "Love you." He murmurs again. His fingers trace across your stomach softly, playing with a loose string on your shirt.

[Short and sweet I had to sleep so we didnt take this any further.]