Mmm'kay. Right behind you. [He stretched once Sam's weight was lifted off him, feeling aches in places he'd never actually had aching before. Oh, he was gonna feel it tomorrow, but right now he didn't care. Everything was also a little... slippery... though, and that needed fixing.]

[Dean slowly got himself to his feet and trailed after Sam. Grinned at his still half open bag on the floor where he'd hastily abandoned it after his search. Even with the rocky moments, it had still been one of the hottest, most satisfying things he'd ever done. There was no way he was giving this up, unless Sam pulled the plug.]

How ya feelin', Sammy? [He asked, wandering up behind his brother as Sam worked on the water in the shower, nuzzling his brother's shoulder.]