Nah. Sorry, babe, you're going to have to endure. Merlin loved the fact that Dean was so sensitive to tickling. He was the most adorable squirming away under a merciless tickle attack. Merlin would laugh with him, delighted, fond and so very smitten.

"I don't want your uncle," he said as he rolled onto his back easily, throwing his arms above his head as he watched Dean settle. He rolled a pillow under his head and chuckled, light and easy.