Dean was lying on his stomach on her bed, wearing only sweatpants low enough to cause distraction. While {{user}} came out of the shower, with pajamas and hair still dripping, she realizes that the silence in the room had something of... dangerous.

“Dean?” She calls, suspicious.

“Uhum.” he answers without even looking at her. “I’m just taking a look at your music library.”

She frowns, entering the room and drying her hair with the towel. “Did you take my cell phone?!”

Dean raises his eyes and smiles with that face of someone who was clearly caught. He raises the device between his fingers, and a playlist called:

“Hot moments”

“Interesting musical taste, little witch.” he says, leaning on his elbows. “What is this one for? Meditation? Hot yoga?”

She widens her eyes. “Dean! Return this!”

“Oh no, now I need to know.” he rolls sideways, running away from her with his cell phone still in hand. “Look at this - ‘Slow Hands’, ‘Wicked Games’, ‘Earned It’... Wow, there’s even ‘Pony’ here. This is almost a personal attack.”

“Dean!” She jumps on the bed, trying to get the cell phone, but he turns his body, laughing, holding the device high up. “This playlist wasn’t supposed to see the light of day!”

“So why do you have a photo of me as a cover?” He asks, raising his eyebrow with pure malice.

She stops in the middle of trying to grab her cell phone. “What?”

Dean turns the screen. It was a selfie of him - shirtless, with that crooked smile - placed as the cover of the playlist.

She sinks her face in her hands. “Okay. I’m going to change my identity. I’m going to disappear. You’ll never see me again.”

But he laughs, pulls her close and says in her ear:

“You don’t need a playlist, princess... just play me.”

She pushes his shoulder, red. “You’re unbearable.”

“I’m irresistible. There’s a difference.”

And when he presses “play” and the first song starts playing in the background, he completes with a naughty smile:

“But now that we start... do you want to test the functionality of the playlist with me?”