He's distracted by her hand on his thigh. Dean's thoughts tumble away for a second somewhere hot and dark, but her voice brings him back to her in that moment. Later they'd be tangled together in bed, but for now, she is radiant in the morning sunlight.

He catches her hand in his, squeezing it gently. He knows the feeling. After all, he's felt that way his entire life with respect to his father. Dean's worried he's becoming his Dad.

"Hey, sweetheart, you know me: I'm an open book." He winks at her, squeezes her hand, and then lets go to fiddle with the radio. He will not tolerate commercials even in background music.