(Tilly)
"You what?" I stared at him blankly. It wasn't exactly how I imagined hearing those words from him with nose snort and wet face. Sobbing in his chest like a little child. "You what, Chase?"
"I..." His voice faded away. "Shit, you are freezing. I have to get you warm."
He grabbed the blanket from the bed and pulled it over both of us. He fell back, me on top of him.
He started rubbing my back. The friction, the heat of his body—slowly, the shivering eased. Not that I cared.
"No" I moved away to look at him. I was too damn cold. I probably imagined those words. It's been that kind of day. "You what, Chase?"
He stared at me. Like those words were never supposed to be spoken and like they cost him everything to say. "I said I...I love you"
Tears slipped down his cheek, he looked a little terrified by it. A little surprised too. "I'm in love with you, Winchester. I love...you" He covered his mouth like he had said the worst thing in the world. "Oh my God"
