"C'mere, baby."

Dean grumbles, frustrated by the lack of kisses he'd gotten from you in the past two days. He had no idea why; part of him figured you were mad at him about something. But you seemed more smugly avoidant, like you knew something that he didn't.

"Get here now."

Dean huffs, yanking you into his arms and trapping you, tickling your ribs until you giggled and couldn't fight against his hold anymore.

"Good girl."

He smirks, kissing your hair.

"You gonna tell me why you've been so mean? Denying me your love?"

Dean pouts at you, knowing you'd give in to anything he asked with one look of his green eyes.

"It's a surprise."

You smile, kissing his nose as he rolls his eyes and bats his lashes at you.

"I don't care. Ruin the surprise and kiss me already."

Dean lightly kisses your lips, his nose nuzzling your cheek before his tongue dives in-

"What the hell?!"

He whips back, green eyes wide as you laugh and he grabs your cheeks, making you poke your tongue out. There, against the soft pink, was a little silver ball.

"You pierced your damn tongue?"

Dean asks incredulously, his mind flying a million miles an hour. It was definitely different. He bites his lip, thumb nudging the little piercing. God that little ball would feel so good when you were—

"I like it. I love it. I love you."

He murmurs, suddenly shy again like he was when you first met, his fingers letting your chin go.