Nag, nag, nag. [Dean called after Sam, still laughing. He grabbed some clean sweatpants and a tee-shirt, then headed into the bathroom for his shower. Oh man did he need one, too. Between his release and Sam's, he was sticky pretty much from the waist down. He tried to dredge up some shame about that, but all he managed was to feel smug.]

[He climbed in under the hot water spray and groaned at the feel of it warming tired muscles. In an effort to save Sam some hot water, he started washing right away. Hair first and then down.]

[Just to be obnoxious, he started to sing over the sound of the water. It was never too early for AC/DC.]