"No no no no", Dean snatched the Beyoncé record from Renee's hands and handed her one of his choice. Renee glared at him, not even bothering to look at the record he gave her.

"I want Beyoncé, you ass."

"But I don't. We never listen to Mötley Crüe here." He nodded towards the record in her hands.

"We always listen to them in the car, tho", she noticed.

"Please? It's Dr. Feelgood. It's my favorite album." He pouted and Renee sighed.

"Jon, I'm PMSing really bad today. You know I like Mötley, but right now I'm not in the mood to listen to Vince Neil singing about Jigsaw Jimmy selling packages of candycaine to the Mexican mob."

The way she said that made it impossible for him not to snicker. "C'mon, it's not just that. You're gonna love Without You."

Renee bit her lip. He was so hellbent on listening to that damn album that it seemed like he was willing to do anything just to be able to do it. Unfortunately for him, she was going to take full advantage of it. So she just smiled wickedly to him. "What about a compromise?"

Dean's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What kind of compromise?"

Twenty minutes later Dean was looking at the laptop screen pitifully, mentally damning Beyoncé for having dancing talent and trying to mimic her movements from the Single Ladies video. He grew to hate that song in less than half an hour.

"You're an awful person, babe", he grumbled when Renee joined him, cheerfully singing along and having much more success with her hips and feet than him. She had to contain her laughter so that he doesn't get even more miserable, though.

"I'm not. I just asked you for one song. You'll play an entire album."

"But that one song includes dancing!"

"C'mon now. You love to dance. Don't deny it."

"Not like this." His whiny tone amused Renee endlessly.

"There are more styles of dance other than your Axl Rose shoulder wiggle."

"I don't wiggle! Why is everybody telling me that?!" His annoyance made him unconsciously shake his hip more intensely than he intended to and Renee's face immediately contorted into a 'don't-laugh-because-Dean-will-kill-you' grimace. She pulled him into a bear hug and buried her face in his chest to hide her grin. He sighed in relief.

"You're so adorable."

He groaned, wrapping his arms around her. "Are you done with torturing me?"

"Yes. I got what I wanted." Seeing Dean dance to a Beyoncé song was a sight that she thought she would never see, but she actually did witness it and it was even better than she imagined.

"Don't you dare telling this to anyone."

"I won't." She got on her tiptoes and kissed him. He once again had that pouty puppy dog expression on his face when they broke the kiss.

"Can we now please listen to Vince Neil singing about Jigsaw Jimmy selling packages of candycaine to the Mexican mob?"

She smiled and ruffled his hair, feeling her chest filling up with love for him like a balloon. "Sure. I'll get us some beers from the fridge."