You've spent all day in the Bunker, sitting at the table with several papers in front of you, and your laptop open, working on researching the new case you're investigating. It was tiring and a little frustrating because you had few tracks and still no idea what it could be, and it ended up overwhelming you.

With a frustrated sigh, you push the papers on the table and run your hands through your hair. At the same moment Dean enters the room and frowns when he sees the scene.

"Oh sweetie, still working on the case?" He said, standing behind you and taking a look at the papers.

"Yeah. I've been here all day and haven't found anything useful in this shit." You huff, leaning back against the chair, frustrated.

Dean looked at you for a few seconds, he didn't like seeing you so overwhelmed, then an idea came to his mind.

"I have an idea." He said and you were a little worried as he had a little questionable ideas sometimes. But you watched him walk over to the record player in the corner of the room, he chose a record and placed it on the player, adjusting the needle. A few seconds later, "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Elvis Presley started playing.

Dean assumed a gentlemanly, slightly playful pose and walked back to where you were, holding out his hand to you.

"So? Will you give me the honor of this dance?" he spoke gently, with an amused smile; he was trying to get you to relax a little.