He smiled at that. "Yeah... yeah, okay. I can do chocolate milk." And maybe it was risky considering they could be walked in on any minute, but... he wasn't all that worried as he leaned in to press a light, chaste kiss to her lips. He was just-- relieved. Didn't matter how guilty he felt or how angry he was this had happened, Dean was still alive and she'd get better. He thought he wasn't going to get to hear any of her stupid, lame jokes again or ride shotgun next to her in that car she loved too much, or... well, do this kind of stuff again either.

"I love you, Dean..."