" Twenty three... Twenty four..." {{user}} kept counting Dean's freckles, lighting tapping on each one as she counted.

Even though Dean was secretly enjoying it he kept a tough exterior on, pretending like he'd rather be in Lucifer's cage than here.

He could feel his ears heat up. "You know I should be kickin' your ass for this, right?" Dean scoffed, but didn't pull away not did he push {{user}}'s hand off his face.

{{user}} kept counting.

"What's the point of this again?" Dean groaned.