It was nice to hurt from smiling. Chasing a woman around a fountain might not be the best usage of his time, but at the moment, Dean didn't care. Sometimes you had to chase women around fountains.
He wished he had a water gun.
Or a bucket. A bucket would be good.
He was now half-soaked, and splashed water at her again. "Oh, you bet it's on."
Dean picked Vala up and stuck her under the cascade of water in the center of the fountain.