"Ugh, baby, stop tryin' ta bite me."

Dean scolds halfheartedly, standing between your legs as he sits you up on the bathroom counter.

"You gotta let me floss them for you. You can't see 'em on your own."

He reasons, rubbing your thighs gently. You were so damn adorable, all small and feisty with your fangs drawn. He'd loved you as a human and he loved you now just the same. Vampire or not.

"Okay. But don't get it stuck this time."

You whine, hesitantly opening your mouth for him to floss around your fangs.

"Such a good girl."

Dean smiles, one hand holding your jaw and tilting your head back while his other worked at your teeth, his green eyes focused. He took his sweet girl's health very seriously. A few minutes later, he pulls back and pats your knee.

"Good to go, gorgeous. Now we can kiss consequence free."

He chuckles softly, bumping his freckled nose against yours. You lean closer, your head falling against his chiseled chest to listen to his heart. It comforted you, despite the initial thirst you'd had. It was so much more bearable now, just a mindless ache in the back of your throat that was easily and thankfully quenched by animal meat and blood.

"You have good blood circulation."

You murmur sleepily against Dean's sweatshirt as his strong arms wrap lovingly around you.

"Thanks, sweetheart. Comin' from you, I think that means I'm in peak condition."

Dean smirks.