"Yeah, well, this time it's true." Dean said, picking up the remains of his shirt and tossing them in the trash, dropping himself into a chair, putting his head in his hands. "She came to the door and next thing you know, I'm kissing her and I don't even know why. I was trying to stop it. If I wasn't trying to stop it, you'd have walked in on something entirely different."
He eyed Sam a moment. C'mon, did he ever waste time with a pretty girl unless it was distinctly Not a Good Idea?