Strangely enough, this hadn't been on her list of the 'worst dates ever.' As a matter of fact, the company had made it pretty enjoyable. Dean was (basically) a gentleman, and so far, there had yet to be a boring moment shared between the two of them. There were no awkward silences, and no stumbling for the right words to say. Dean probably wouldn't classify this as a good date, considering it was his shirt and his precious car that was destroyed, but Cordelia wasn't ready to call it quits just yet.
Just as she was about to divest herself of the shoes, she watched Dean bend over at the knees. Bewilderment swept across rain-slick features, causing a single brow to pique in his direction. "What are you doing, Dean? Is something wrong with your back?" When he spoke up, Cordelia gave a small snort. "You're kidding, right? It's at least another mile to Angel's apartment."
"Ya'know I ain't that young anymore, Cordy. Hurry up before I get stuck like this and you have to give me a piggy back ride over to Angel's." She might have argued with him if he hadn't given her the same wink that she was sure he'd given dozens of others. Did it have the same effect on all of them? Of course it did. "Fine, but if I throw your back out, I don't want to hear you whining next time we go on patrol. You're going to just have to suck it up." All it took was a slight jump (no matter how begrudgingly it was) for Cordelia to situate herself on Dean's back, her legs wrapping securely around his waist. "If you drop me, you're a dead man, Winchester."
With a quick swipe of a hand, Cordelia had grabbed the newspaper out of Dean's hands, and lifted it above both of their heads to deflect most of the water from their faces. Cordelia didn't have to worry about having a grip on his shoulders, because her denim-clad legs were wrapped tight enough around his waist to probably constrict his breathing. It wasn't her fault, really. She'd always disliked heights.
"Onward, my valiant steed!" One hand thrust forward, her pointed finger extending ahead of them as if leading them on. "Come on, Dean. Don't make me put on some spurs."