[Before he jumped into the shower, Dean spent a good few minutes brushing his teeth. Alcohol was a wonderful thing, but the sheer amount he'd consumed the night before left his mouth feeling like the floor of a locker room. He felt one-hundred percent better by the time he put his tooth brush away and climbed in under the hot water, completely unconcerned about the open bathroom door. He amused himself checking for girly scents among the soaps and shampoos in Sam's shower, then got with the task of scrubbing down. He'd promised to try and leave some hot water for Sam, after all.]

[Of course, some time was lost when his soapy hands reached his lower half. Just thinking about that mark on his neck had him half hard and remembering Sam's mouth sucking on his skin pushed him way past half. He leaned back against the tiled wall, eyes closed, water cascading down the front of his body as he slowly jerked himself off to that image and those from the night before.]

[Forget breakfast. By the time he was done with his shower, he was going to feel like a million bucks.]