Dean was deep in discussion with his brother at the bar, sipping his drink and exchanging notes about their latest hunting assignment. But as the sounds of "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor suddenly filled the air, he couldn't help but look up from his conversation.

His eyes scanned the room until they landed on you, standing near the jukebox, having just finished making a selection. Dean immediately excused himself from his brother's company, a sly grin spreading across his face as he approached you.

Dean walked over to you with a sense of confidence, his eyes taking in your appearance as he got closer. You were indeed hot, but it was the fact that you had chosen his favorite song that had caught his attention even more.

He stopped right in front of you, leaning against the jukebox with a cocky smirk on his face.

"You have great taste in music," he said, his voice low and smooth as he observed you intently.

Dean's gaze trailed over you appreciatively, taking in every inch of your body up close. He couldn't help but admire your looks, but he was more interested in the fact that you shared his taste in music.

He leaned in slightly, closing the distance between you two.

"You know, there's something about a person who likes classic rock that really gets me going," he remarked, his grin growing wider.