When Merlin finally let him go, Dean turned on his side and curled up into a tight little ball, arms around himself to keep from getting tickled again. His boyfriend might be catching his breath to prepare for a second attack. His glare was playful and fond instead of actually annoyed.

"You wouldn't like my uncle. He's an asshole." Pretty much all of Dean's family were assholes. None of them accepted Dean's sexuality and he hadn't spoken to any of them since he turned eighteen and left Los Angeles. "You are the worst ever."

None of that was true. Dean was so stupidly in love with Merlin it was ridiculous. It was probably all over his face and in his expression. He was so glad he let him back into his life and started their relationship again. How boring and empty his life would be without Merlin.

"Here I thought we'd have a nice morning talking about magic but nope," he said shaking his head a little. "You turned on me."