Mmm-kay. [Sam was reluctantly released and Dean wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before he stepped out of the shower. Dean dried off quickly and grabbed clean clothes out of his bag to change into. He pulled on a worn, old t-shirt that was so threadbare it was tissue soft and a pair of torn jeans. His standard, "not leaving the house today, thanks" attire. He dropped his bag by the foot of the bed and wandered out into the kitchen.]

[Breakfast items were helpfully laid out on the counter. He grinned at how Sam's preparations got derailed. The breakfast delay had been well worth it. He got the bacon started first, because let's face it... that was the breakfast priority.]