Dean doesn't like having a beard or a stubble. It's too itchy and annoying.

Well, he does have a stubble now, but it's because he has been on too many hunts and doesn't have the time to shave.

You noticed him scratching his jaw this morning. Right after, you heard a few grunts and some annoyed mumbling before he headed to the bathroom. He was going to shave.

Out of nowhere, you had the wish of helping him out. So, you asked.

You saw the shocked look on his face when you asked him if you could do it yourself, but it was immediately replaced with a soft nod and a tilt of his head towards the bathroom, signaling for you to come in and help him.

In a second, his hands were on your hips, holding you against him as you carefully ran the razor over his jaw.

"You're really good at this, huh?" he murmurs, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly into a slight smirk.