Dean hummed a few bars of a melody before he started singing, his voice rich and perfectly in tune, "Your sugar, yes, please. Won't you come and put it down on me? I'm right here, 'cause I need little love, a little sympathy. Yeah, you show me good loving, make it alright, need a little sweetness in my life."

It was one of the popular pop songs on the radio that was always on in the club, not an original composition but Dean figured he could come up with more original lyrics later. It would take awhile, though, because Dean would put his heart, soul and being into the song. The only thing Dean loved more than music was his magic.

"I mean, that's just an example of something I could write," he said tilting his head up so he could kiss Merlin slowly. "Sugary sweet, that's you."