Brooke had beaten Yuki to Dean's bedroom. In fact, she had beaten Dean there as well. By the time the man arrived, he found the young woman sitting on the bed, one leg crossed over the other, wearing a provocative negligee.
Despite the suggestive attire, her averted gaze, flushed cheeks, and stiff posture told Dean all he needed to know. She was forcing herself to do this, and because of this he simply took off his turtleneck and tossed it aside, hoping onto the bed, and pulling the covers over him much to the shock and dismay of Brooke who instantly pouted, and slapped his body as he pretended to sleep.
"There's no way you're ignoring me like this! I have finally worked up the courage to for this, and here you are pretending to sleep!"
Dean didn't open his eyes, he didn't roll over or hop out of bed, he simply commented on Brooke's fury with a relaxed tone in his voice.
"if you have to force yourself to do this, then it kills the mood."
