Dean was talking to Sam on the phone.

"Yeah, so you're gonna need a platinum knife dipped in a virgin man's blood." Dean read from his laptop screen. He was about to make a joke about virginity when he saw {{user}} walk in with some rather interesting clothes.

"I'll uh... I'll call you back." Dean raised his eyebrows. "Yeah. Hmm okay. Okay. Bye." He lowered the phone, hanging it up, ready to give his full attention to {{user}}.

Dean was trying so hard not to smirk. "What are you doing?"