018. [accidental! video!]

[itsahotone]

[Santana's clearly just gotten out of the shower, as her hair is wet and she's wrapped in a large towel. She's going back and forth from the closet--shuffling through clothing and tossing shoes over her shoulder--and over to a mirror to do a whole skin care routine. Kurt should be proud.

Oh yeah, and she's also singing this. Guess someone watched

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[dashboardlite]

[No, he's not creeping. He just happened to stumble upon the porn network while surfing the Mansion channels, and it takes Dean a moment to realize that he's ogling a teenager. That's wrong, right?

Right?]

...film yourself often?

[itsahotone]

[She whirls around, clearly startled. And no longer singing. So sad.]

God! No. How long have you been watching me?

[dashboardlite]

Since...

[He checks his watch, pursing his lips before glancing back at her through the communicator.]

...five seconds ago. Maybe you should, ah...be a little more careful with the recording button, sweetheart.

[itsahotone]

I didn't touch the stupid thing at all, Doctor Sexy. The mansion's an asshole, that's all.

[dashboardlite]

[He completely disregards the jibe about his favorite show.]

A brilliant asshole.

[itsahotone]

[She stands there, hands on her hips, apparently not too concerned with the state of her towel.]

Really. And why is that?

[dashboardlite]

[He chuckles, leaning back in his chair.]

Not every day you get the Playboy channel. Not gonna lie - I didn't know it was you at first.

[itsahotone]

Well now I don't know if I should be offended or flattered, so thanks for that.

[SHE IS COVERED IN TOWEL. Playboy would have less. 8|]

[dashboardlite]

Flattered. [Wink.] Singin' ain't half-bad either.

[itsahotone]

Uh-huh. You should hear me when I'm expecting an audience.

[...Well, that could be taken dirtily, couldn't it? She's okay with that.]

[dashboardlite]

[Should he be flirting? Probably not. Especially not after what happened with Castiel, and particularly because he and Santana went over this once before a few months back.

But Dean likes the Flirting Olympics. And he's got to stay in practice somehow, right?]

You don't get stage fright?

[itsahotone]

I am way above stage fright. I know what I'm doing, and I'm good at it. What's to worry about?

[Tra la la, she's now turned away from the camera so she can apply lotion to her legs. What?]

[dashboardlite]

You don't even picture the audience in their underwear?

[No, he is not staring. What are you talking about.]

[itsahotone]

[Smiiiirk]

Only if they want me to.

[dashboardlite]

You gotta get a signed waver beforehand, or do you have an imagination?

[itsahotone]

Before imagining them in their underwear? Way too much work.

[Switching to the other leg, whee!]