Merlin remembered the story about Dean's relatives. He wasn't angry, not exactly, just disappointed. Disappointed in people he had never met because they had hurt Dean, yes.

He shook his head, eyes squinting as he seemed awfully thoughtful for a moment. "Funny," he said while reaching down to wrap his arms around Dean and pulled him up and over Merlin's chest. "All I heard was you're the best and how I turn you on. Baby, I understand, I am pretty sexy."

Merlin couldn't remember a time when he had been this happy. Maybe when he had been blissfully ignorant before all the bullshit at Courts started. But no, not really. That time had lacked what he and Dean had.

And what they had was kind of perfect in all its imperfections.