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Dean Imagine

You had just finished a hunt, it was just you and your boyfriend Dean which was a rare occasion. It had been a simple Salt and Burn, so neither of you were seriously injured. 

You walked out of the bathroom with an old T-shirt of Deans and some sleep shorts. Seeing that he was the first out of the shower he went to grab food while you got cleaned up. You saw Dean just entering the door with your food in his hands. You walked over to grab the bag from his hands so he could take his jacket off, and you kissed his cheek softly. 

“Dean you got extra fries right?” you ask while searching through the bag. He chuckled at your question. “Yeah, I did babe.”  He smiled as he looked at you emptying the bag and passing his food towards him. You set the extra fries in between you both so you could share them. You each had your own fries but always got extra. 
You ate happily, reminiscing, and recalling old stories from when you first started hunting with the boys. 

After eating you moved to the bed and turned on the small T.V., finding (y/f/s) quickly he turned it on. You tried to get him to change it to Dr. Sexy but he insisted it was your turn to watch your favorite show. 
Before you had the chance to really get into it, Dean began to mess with you. He suddenly poked your side to get your attention, but you flinched back. At this moment you realized how badly you had messed up. 
Opening your eyes, you see your green-eyed boyfriend with a smirk on his face. His eyes riddled with mischief. 

“Oh crap,” you mumbled to yourself before trying to leap from the bed. You didn’t even get your legs off of the side because Dean had pinned you under him. His fingers danced across your sides and stomach causing laughter to bubble up from your throat. 
As he did this his smile grew at the sound of your laughter, he loved it so much. It was like his favorite song, a sound he would never get sick of, something he would do anything to hear. He continued his tickling attack, leaning down to kiss your cheek he made his way down to your jaw and then your neck. You felt his scruff tickle your neck and scrunched your nose up. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he held you tight. 

His lips ghosted your skin as he kept on nuzzling in your neck making sure his scruff dragged across your skin. Your continuous laughter caused your cheeks to turn red and your skin to warm. 
“Dean- Dean sto-stop pl-please!” you let out in a giggle. You felt him shake his head. 
He pulled his head back so he could look at you as your face contorted in blissful joy. 
He moved his hands towards your ribs, and you tried with everything in you to get away from him. Your ribs were the most ticklish spot on you, and you wanted him nowhere near there. 
“Oh, your ribs! That’s the spot? I guess I know where to get you from now on!” he let out a laugh when you tried to push his hands away. “Dean, babe, I can’t breathe. You’re actually going to kill me if you keep this up! I don’t know if I can laugh any longer!” you squealed.

“Alright, alright Sweetheart. I’ll stop.” he finally let up and you took this as a chance to switch positions. Instead of tickling him, you lied on top of him, your chin rested on his chest and you looked up at him through your lashes. You were out of breath, and it made him chuckle. You smiled brightly and lifted yourself so you were face to face with him. Your eyes scanned his features and made sure to try and count his freckles. “What are you doing sweetheart?” Dean’s voice broke your concentration. “Well, I was counting your freckles but you interrupted me, and now I’ll have to start over.” you told him. 
He pressed his hands down on your back gently to let you rest against him more comfortably. “You can start over in the morning. Now it’s time to sleep,” he said and kissed the top of your head. 
“Alright, but believe me I will get you back, and I’ll count every freckle you have I swear.” you scolded him lightly. Sleepiness quickly swept over you due to the events from the day, and a certain someones tickle attack.  “I believe it, sweetheart,” he said and held you tighter before closing his eyes and falling asleep with you asleep on top of him.