Claire was still in Clay's arms as they both remembered about the past. For some reason, that feeling of nostalgia left a sweet taste in their mouths. Although they knew each other in a very awkward manner, they still liked the result of what happened afterward. Those days, that story was more laughable than absurd.
""Let me be the dagger that will protect your back when your sword is fighting in your front...", I remember it very well," Dean said, smiling.
"I also remember how you gave me your name but never let me say my real name to you."
She giggled once hearing that.
"You make it seem like it is just a detail but there is a lot of meaning behind it," she gave a passionate look at him. "I will just let you tell me your name when you are willing to say it. Not because of etiquette nor for any other superfluous reason. I want you to tell me your name when you are willing to let me know the real you."
