Dean didn't plan to be in the shower long, but once he scrubbed himself clean, he kind of zoned out. Just stood there under the hot water and let it warm him. It was rare he wasn't ice cold, so he kind of let himself indulge a while.

When he could finally pry himself away, he turned off the water, stepped out, and dried off. He stepped out with the towel around his waist and a small one pressed to the sluggishly bleeding bullet wounds in his chest. In a day or two, they'd be healed, but he didn't want to keep losing blood until then. Time to bandage them up.

He was glad to see Sam drinking the juice. He'd been, probably overly, careful with his brother and blood loss since Sam started letting him feed on him, but after tonight, they couldn't be too careful for a while. "You got a first aid kit on you, Sam? I don't carry one anymore."