Pulling the towel from his head as Mika called out to him, he smiled sheepishly and covered himself up slowly while giving a little dance. He hadn’t noticed she was even in the bathroom, but he couldn’t help showing out while she was in front of him.

Smiling widely, he tucked the towel around his waist and shrugged, “Is one, Dean Winchester, ever really clean?”

He asked the question in a pseudo narrator voice. He stepped up to her and reached up to twirl a piece of her current hair around his finger, before running a cling finger against her cheek, “You know that even though I’m proud of you for wanting to do this, if you changed your mind…I wouldn’t think any less or want you around any less.”