“Where’s that smile?”
Dean Ler platonic… sibling like relationship Dean just being an older brother
Reader is upset and needs a hug. It turns into a tickle hug.
“Where’s that smile? Huh?” Dean asked, nudging you with his elbow.
“Dean. Stop.”
“No,” grabbing you he pulled you into a tight hug and rested his hand on your shoulder. You sighed feeling at peace in your older brothers arms.
“Y/N?”
“What, Dean?’
“Why don’t you wanna smile? You have a beautiful smile, Y/N,” Dean said, quickly poking your side making you jump in surprise.
You froze. Dean smirked wickedly and stared at you with eyes filled with mischief.
“Oh, sweetheart… If you don’t wanna smile,” he whispered and brought his mouth close to your ear, “I am just gonna have to make you” he said.
“Dean, what- noOOO,” you shrieked as you felt Dean’s nimble fingers at your sides, digging and squeezing the soft skin.
“What’s the matter, Princess? Ticklish?” He teased.
You squeaked and tried to squirm out of his arm that was tightly secured on your body while his other arm wrecked havoc while he dug his wiggling fingers right into your ribs.
“DEAN STOP PLeasEEE!”
“I don’t know Y/N. I mean I feel like you’re just faking right now. There is no way you’re actually giving me a real smile.”
“I AM I SWEAR!”
Suddenly you felt Dean’s hand freeze. You froze too, waiting for his next move.
“Well, maybe if I go here....” His hand moved away from your body and formed a claw stopping a few inches away from your stomach, “I can get a real smile.”
“Dean, no. Please don’t.”
“I am sorry, sweetheart but I just need to see a real smile come out.”
“No- deANN!”
He wasted no time and dug straight into your death spot resulting in you jumping in his arms, trying to get away from his evil clutches.
“I did not have to want to resort these ways but I just had too.”
Your laughter had quickly turned silently from his hand repeatingly shaking into the middle of your stomach (a spot he always knew that would kill you) and you thought you might pass out but luckily he retracted his hand from you, completely stopping the torture and sitting back with you lying in his lap.
“Are you okay, kid?”
“Yes, I-I’m fi-ine.”
Dean softly chuckled, wrapped his arms around your body and lightly kissed the top of your head.
“Thank you, De.”
“Anytime, sweetheart.”