Dean raised his eyebrows at her use of bubble bath, but also blinked a bit in excitement before turning to the mirror.  He ran a hand across his chest in the mirror, and pulled it back with a grimace, wiping the dust on his pants, which caused him to have more dust on his hand.

He thought back to earlier in the night, desperately trying to push back the curtains of alcohol to remember specific details of what had happened in the bus, but it all came back in flashes.  They were flashes that made Dean blush, and he almost wanted to try again when he was sober.

“Um…I would say we’re a bit more than disgusting.  How did I get so dirty?!”, he called out to her, shuddering at the unknown origin of the dust.  He unbuttoned his already beltless jeans and pushed them down his legs, wanting as far away from his dirty clothes as possible, as if they were dirtier than anything else.

“And you’re treating me to a fancy bubble bath to round out date night?  You spoil me, Miss Chambers…”, he chuckled, turning and walking over to the bath.  As he usually did with baths, he stepped into the tub, brushing by her a bit and sat down in the shallow water as it filled up around him.  He place a hand on her thigh and smirked up at her, “I’m glad you had a good night.  I may still be a little drunk, but even I can tell you seem relaxed…and it’s infectious.”