He's not sure what he's expecting as an answer. Rich. Cool car. Cooler house. Good in bed. He's not expecting all of the sappy shit that comes tumbling out of Dean's mouth, and he definitely doesn't expect the way it warms his stomach in ways that he hasn't felt-well, he's not sure he's ever felt.

"Oh, do I?" He grins, once Dean is finally cornered, and he leans in, sets an arm right above his head. They're close but not touching. "Well. That sign would probably say that I love you, you moron. Not something I've ever been scared to say. Just didn't think you wanted to hear it."