Aidan didn't want to know what Dean was doing in there. He heard the shuffle of feet that were bound by pants at the ankles and imagined Dean looking in the mirror. The silence didn't make him feel any differently about that thought, either.
"Yes. That's you." He said, when a question was asked that he could finally answer.
Aidan looked up in time to see the shadow of Dean hover at the edge of the doorway, and he couldn't see the outline of clothes there. He was glad when Dean went back in and the sound of cloth over skin could be heard.
"I don't know. I think she made you a girl." His face cracked into a huge grin. "I told you that you were the girl."