Dean didn't usually like crowds, but he could power through this one time, especially for Becky. He'd bought them some plane tickets to fly out to New York for New Year's Eve in Times Square. The crowds were massive, but Dean could only see how bright Becky was smiling with her dorky mouse hat on. He'd brave thousands of people to see the smile he was getting now as he was pulled along. There was a more pressing concern and that was the cold.
It was absolutely freezing, and while Dean grew up in Cincinnati, where it could get really cold in the winter, he had moved to Florida and then Vegas so he was a little out of practice when it came to resisting the cold wind and snow. He felt another shiver go down his spine and he new that Becky felt it. He was pressed to her back as some band she liked played up on stage to celebrate the coming new year. She turned to look over her shoulder at him in worry before back even further into him, effectively becoming his second jacket. He burrowed into her and murmured a 'thanks' in her ear. She gave him a bright smile before turning back and singing along with the band, a smile stretching her rosy colored cheeks.
Throughout the night Dean felt his eyes drawn towards Becky. They'd been dating a while now but it was like he was seeing her in a new light. It might have been the setting or the proximity to her throughout the night, but his eyes were drawn more than usual to her hair sticking out of her hat and blowing in the wind and how her eyes sparkled at each new event of the Times Square party. But the feeling didn't make itself clear until the ball began to drop and everyone was counting.
He was in love with Becky Lynch. Holy shit. This was an… interesting development. But he didn't have time to think on these feelings very much, before the people hit five, and Becky, being the impatient Irish woman she was, grabbed him and pulled him into a deep kiss.
He loved kissing her, obviously. His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her even closer. She hummed in contentment and kept hold of his jacket lapels. They kept kissing through the New Year and long past the time everyone else stopped the traditional New Year's kiss. When they finally pull back, Becky looks flushed and happy, her grin taking on that goofy aspect that it always did when they finished kissing. Dean felt like something was about to burst through his chest, and decided that it was a new year and that he was not going to choose to hold anything back this year.
"I love you." He murmured, their faces still close together so he could say it with the reverence and intimacy she deserved.
Her smile grew three sizes, that's at least what she would say trying to be funny even though it wasn't even Christmas so the Grinch reference didn't even make sense. She grabbed his cheeks and pressed her forehead to his. "I love you too."
The rest of the early morning of the new year was spent as close together as they could get, murmuring their new favorite phrase into one another's ear and beginning the year of them the right way.