Dean knew he needed to make it up to you. He'd made a particularly unsavory joke about you growing a unibrow, which you really weren't, but the lighting kinda made it look that way. Whatever the reason for it was, he knew you were upset. He'd caught you barely an hour later in the bathroom, tweezing your eyebrows to perfection. It made him feel guilty that you felt like you had to change anything for him.

"Baby, angel, love of my life, please let me buy you coffee."

Dean begs, his arms tightly wrapped around your stomach from behind.

"I'm terrible and ugly and you're the prettiest woman in the entire universe. I don't deserve you. You can punch me."

He pouts, his head buried in your neck.

"I swear, I didn't mean it, darlin'. It was just a joke. Your face is so perfect."