[ooc: sorry being slow, this cold is kicking my butt]
Dean smirked, "Snowball fights can be fun." It sounded like she needed more fun in her life. Perhaps work was her fun but Dean liked having fun. Be it snowball fights or just playing pranks to a good game of pool or darts, which usually earned him money.
He looked at the iPod then looked at her. He was sooo not into electronics. Except his cell phone. He reached over, picking it up, looking it over.
"Mostly classic rock. Some AC/DC, Metallica, Asia," he listed off.