Dean grabbed the other towel, next to hers and wrapped it around his waist after helping her out of the shower.  He turned and watched her step out of the bathroom, half fearing she would slip and fall.  When she didn’t and reiterated how much they needed and deserved the date night, he couldn’t help but sigh in contentment, “We do.  God knows I need to get you out of the house…for both our sakes.”

He carefully walked out of the bathroom, stopping at the foot of the bed to grab his cleaner pair of boots.  He placed them neatly on the floor in front of him.  His eyes carefully raised to stare at her bare back, as she started to get dressed, smirking before grabbing his underwear.  After pulling them on, he clumsily wiggled into his slightly tighter pair of jeans, remembering why he didn’t wear them on hunts very often, unless he was specifically trying to get information out of a woman.

He chuckled at the thought, buttoning his jeans and buckling his belt before turning to his shirt, sneaking glances at her back.  As he slipped his arms into his overshirt, Mika turned to him and he raised his eyebrows.

“Um…if I didn’t know better, I would say you’re trying to impress someone tonight…”, he muttered with a smirk, rolling his sleeves to rest around his elbows.  He leaned his head back, just watching her, as he pulled his socks on, and shoved his feet in his boots.

“The gun is for protection, not…protection.”, he chuckled, fighting the urge to reach out for her while she stepped around to put on her boots.  He sat on the end of the bed and wrapped his boot laces around both ankles, before lowering his pants over them and standing back up, holding his arms out, “How do I look?”