Car trouble
Rory walked out of Luke’s Diner, keys in hand, only to spot a pair of legs sticking out from under her car. She tilted her head, taking a closer look. The familiar pair of jeans and sneakers, along with the messy hair poking out, told her exactly who it was.
“Dean!” she called out with a smirk.
“Rory?” Dean’s voice sounded a bit muffled, echoing from under the car. “Hey! I thought I’d take a look. Your car’s been making that weird sound again.”
“Oh, thanks! I didn’t even ask,” she said, grinning as she watched him work. An idea popped into her head; one that was bit mischievous but too tempting to resist. Dean had told her once how ticklish his feet were, and she figured he might be too distracted to see this coming.
As she knelt down by his feet and reached for one of his sneakers, Dean tensed up, immediately noticing her presence. “Rory, what are you doing?” he asked suspiciously, unable to turn around fully from under the car.
“Oh, just seeing what my helpful boyfriend is up to,” she said innocently, giving his sneaker a playful tug. He tried to jerk his foot back, but she had already slipped it off.
“Rory! Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his voice laced with the hint of nervous laughter.
But her mischievous smile was already set. “Think about what?” she asked, reaching for his other sneaker. Dean tried to wriggle his foot free, but with the limited room under the car, he was trapped.
With both of his shoes off, Rory wasted no time. She wiggled her fingers right up the arch of his sock-covered foot, and Dean immediately burst into laughter. “R-Rory! No! I’m…. no, no, no, I’m too ticklish!” he shouted, his voice hitching with laughter as her fingers grazed his arch.
“Oh, I know,” she said, her fingers slipping beneath his toes, which were by far his worst spot. He tried to pull his feet away, but there was nowhere for him to go. Trapped and helpless, he could only endure the relentless tickling as she dug her fingers into every horribly ticklish spot on his soles.
“Rory, please! I’m begging you!” he managed to gasp out between desperate laughs. “This is torture! I can’t stand it!” His voice was nearly a squeal, each laugh more helpless than the last as her fingers worked their way over every sensitive inch.
“Aww, is big, tough Dean ticklish?” Rory teased, her fingers moving faster. She skittered them along his heels, then up to the sides of his feet, making sure not to leave any spot untickled.
Dean was completely losing it now, his body writhing, his legs twitching, his laughter uncontrollable. “Rory, I can’t….. no, please!” he cried out, his words barely audible through his laughter.
Just when he thought it might end, Rory found the spot right beneath his toes, pressing her fingers there as his laughter hit a new high. His arms flailed as he tried to scoot himself out from under the car, but his laughter had taken all his strength. “Rory, seriously! I’m so ticklish……. I’m gonna lose my mind!” he managed, tears of laughter streaming down his face.
After a few more excruciating moments, Rory finally took pity on him and stopped, letting him catch his breath. Dean pulled himself out from under the car, collapsing onto the pavement beside her, his face red and his breathing ragged.
“Remind me… never to let you near my feet again,” he said between breaths, but there was a smile on his face.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Rory grinned. “Maybe next time you work on my car, I’ll have to give your feet another ‘inspection.’”
Dean groaned, but he couldn’t help laughing, defeated and still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah… no chance of that happening anytime soon.”