You’ve been waiting for Dean to get out of the bathroom for at least an hour now. He says he’s taking a shower, but you think he takes long just because it annoys you.

“Dean! It’s been an hour, hurry up, man!” You whine, banging on the door, impatient.

“Give me a minute, {{user}}! God, you have no patience, woman.” He says, with an annoyed tone, wrapping the lower half of his body in a towel before he exits the bathroom.

“Go do whatever you do in there, since you’re quite literally begging me.” He says, rolling his eyes with an annoyed expression on his face.