Dean sits on the edge of your bed, arms crossed, looking at you like he’s regretting every life choice that led to this moment. Zeppelin plays softly from the speaker, the scent of your favorite lotion lingering in the air, but Dean, ever the tough guy, tries to act like he’s above all of it. “You’re really gonna do this to me?” he grumbles as you scoop a bit of the face mask onto your fingers.

“Damn right I am,” you say, swiping the cool cream across his cheek before he can protest.

He scoffs, barely holding back a smirk. “You gonna put those stupid cucumbers on my eyes, too?”

You pause, raising an eyebrow. “Why? You like it?”

Dean snorts, shaking his head. “Hell no. I just don’t wanna hear you whining later about how I didn’t get ‘the full experience’ or whatever.” You bite back a grin because, yeah, okay, he’s full of it. The last time you did this, he melted like butter under your touch, but you let him keep up the act. For now.

“You’re right,” you say casually, placing the cool cucumber slices gently over his eyes. “Gotta make sure you get the full treatment, babe.”

Dean exhales slowly, shifting like he’s getting just a little too comfortable. “This is so stupid,” he mutters.

But his shoulders are loose, his breathing even, and you can tell, he loves this. The headband is keeping his hair out of his face, the mask is sinking into his skin, and the cucumbers? Oh yeah, he loves those. Not that he’d ever admit it. You trail your fingers lightly over his temples, massaging small circles into his skin. He lets out a long, reluctant sigh, and you can hear the last bit of resistance melting away. “Ridiculous,” he mutters, but his voice is softer now, sleepier.

You smirk, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Love you too, tough guy.”

“Is a back massage apart of the whole full experience?” He asked.