[And he gives her that unamused look he always gives when Dean says something she might think is hilarious and he doesn't because he doesn't even know how to tease back when Dean can still say crap that makes him want to squirm.]

[The mild annoyance is gone by the time Dean makes it into the bathroom and he feels the light scratch of the wrapper down his back, lips quirking up despite himself as he turns to face her, eyes the wrapper.] Yeah, uh. I don't think I really need to guess, dude. [He turned to tug her closer, pull her in for a proper kiss.]