Lucky for Dinah, the man who "needed" her help was getting out of a very relaxing shower. He had just enough time to pull wrap a towel around his waist and walk to the door.
Dean opened the door and looked at the blond who was looking somewhat normal, even if she was carrying something he wanted. He stood there a moment, dripping, and showing off muscles he'd been working to get back. Hey, construction work and the family life did make a guy a little soft sometimes. He couldn't be "soft" anymore, not since he'd lost any sort of back up. Angels didn't count.
"Hi." There was his trademark smirk as he looked down at the superhero. "Just thought you'd stop by for a snack?" One hand was on the door, the other on the towel as she waited to see what she said. It wasn't everyday a comic book hero delivered something he didn't call for, even if he'd just been thinking about this very thing, or at least something very similar.