Author's note: I'm baaaaaaaaack! And I've got a collection of fluffy one-shots for ya, featuring Avery and Dean as part of *Can't Get You Out Of My Head*. Read and review! And don't forget to *BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD*! Mahalo!

AVERY

"Dean, wake up!" I whispered to him as I awoke from my peaceful slumber.

He and I usually woke up early to watch the sunrise. But for some reason, he didn't feel like it today. He merely grumbled and rolled onto his stomach, trying to fall back asleep. After trying unsuccessfully to wake him up, I decided that desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Dean, if you don't wake up right now, I'm going to have to take some drastic action!" I told him, hoping he'd get the hint.

My reply came in the form of Dean's loud snoring. So I crawled out from under the sheets and sat on his back, facing his feet, which were poking out of the sheets. I slowly ran my fingernails up and down his soles, trying to get a reaction from him. It didn't take long because I could feel Dean trembling beneath me. I could tell that he was trying to hide his laughter, so I quickened my pace.

"I thought you said you weren't as ticklish as me!" I teased.

DEAN

I laid there on my stomach, trying not to laugh. While my feet aren't as ticklish as Avery's are, they are still pretty sensitive. I was moving them around, trying to escape her torturous fingers.

I could feel her shift on my back, indicating that she had turned around and was focusing on…oh shit! I wanted desperately to beg her not to tickle me there, but I kind of wanted our little 'game' to continue. I held my breath, trying not to move as her fingers rested on my sides, my absolute worst spot.

She could tell that I was tensing up as she began running her fingers up and down my sides.

"C'mon, Dean. I know you can't stand this. All you have to do is just wake up and this will all end!" she taunted.

I tried to hold back my laughter as she poked and prodded every inch of skin, but it became too much for me to handle.

"BWAHAHAHAHA! AVERY STAHAHAHAHAP!" I screamed.

AVERY

I giggled to myself as I tickled his sides. Suddenly, without warning, he rolled over onto his back, forcing me to land on my side of the bed. That didn't stop me, though. I merely crawled back over to him and began torturing his stomach.

"AVERY PLEAHAHAHASE STOP!" he pleaded, trying to tickle me back.

I shrieked as his hands grabbed my sides and he starting tickling me. There we were, engrossed in our little tickle war, trying not to let the other win. Within seconds, however, he had me pinned down. I started giggling nervously as he eyed my vulnerable little soles. I could see him inch his fingers closer and closer, filling me with fear and anticipation.

"Okayokayokayokayokay! I surrender!" I squealed.

"Aww man! I didn't get a chance to tickle those cute little feet of yours!" he mockingly pouted.

I leaned over and kissed him.

"Maybe later, okay?" I assured him.

He nodded before we hopped out of bed.

"Y'know, if we hurry, we could still catch the sunrise!" I told him, rushing downstairs to make breakfast and check my blood sugar.

"Why didn't you just tell me that in the first place!" he teased, following me down the stairs.