"You're so warm."

Dean murmurs, his cold nose rubbing up and down your neck. He softly exhales, a hit of warm breath curling against your seater.

"Maybe next time you should listen to your girlfriend, who loves you, when she says you shouldn't go out in the cold without a jacket."

Dean scoffs at your response, cuddling closer.

"The hell are you? My dad?"

He grumbles, his cold hands sliding under your shirt, smirking as you whine in complaint.

"Just warmin' up, darlin'."

Dean relaxes more as you hug him back, curling into you on top of the sheets. Your fingers dig into his shoulder and he winces, trying to hide the sharp sound by biting his lip.

"What?"

You frown, pulling back.

"Ah…nothin'." Dean shakes his head, trying to yank you back into his hold. "Not nothin'. Do you have a bruise from that gorgon?" You cross your arms, keeping your distance until he fesses up. You knew he would spill his guts just to have you in his hands again.

"Geez, fine."

Dean groans, whipping his shirt off.

"Just don't get mad…okay?"

But he smirks, confusing you further.

"Mad? About wha-"

Oh. You lean over, checking his bicep that you had grabbed to see what had pained up. Dark ink was covered by a strip of protective sheet, the freckled skin angry and red underneath it.

"Really?"

You smile, checking it over.

"You didn't have to hide the fact you got a new tattoo."

Dean whines, guiding your face back to it, clearly thinking you were missing something.

"I wanted you to see it when it heals. S'your name."