[He swallowed hard when Dean decided to actually open that curtain and stay just... irritatingly calm about this. Calm and god - really hot now that Sam was getting a good look. For a moment, all he could do was stare shamelessly over Dean, at the water running down his body, at the hand holding himself... he never thought it'd be a sight he'd actually like to see, not this much.]

I - [Yeah, breakfast seemed infinitely less important now. He shook his head wordlessly. He had a couple options too - turn and walk out or get in the shower. In the end, with Dean's voice coming out like that... in a way that made his whole body react with need, and the eye full, it didn't seem like a choice at all really. He fumbled with his shirt, tugging it off, followed by his boxers before stepping towards the shower.]

[And when he was in, he didn't hesitate to close the distance fast, leaning in for a deep kiss, hands resting against the wall on either side of his brother. God help him here because he didn't know what to do, couldn't resist this.] This is your idea of saving hot water? [He murmured against the other's lips.]