[It's the first time in a long time that Dean picked up a girl. He's still got it, though — and apparently, so does Rose. Dean hadn't been eyeing her at first. Not because she isn't attractive — she definitely is — but because his mind had been on other things. A few shots and some conversation about music later, and Dean asked her back to the motel.

As he leads her inside, he looks back and shoots her one of his best grins. The motel room is small and decorated with ugly, flowery wallpaper, but Dean shows not even a hint at embarrassment at bringing her to a place like this.]

Here we are.

[Once the motel door is closed behind them, Dean walks up to Rose and brushes some hair back from her face. He leans in and kisses her — slow, tender, surprisingly soft for how rough Dean can be sometimes, and all lip for now. Then he pulls back and smiles.]

I almost want to put some music on to set the mood.

[Would Led Zeppelin set the mood? Dean thinks so.]