It was around 11:00 pm when Dean came back from his hunt. He was covered in a mixture of dirt and grime, blood from his latest kill splattered on his face and hands. The stench of sweat and woods mixed in the air around him. Benny could smell him over a mile away. Those beautiful calculating eyes of his roamed Dean's body, a whisper of Sugar on his lips as he beckoned his lover towards him. He led him to the bathroom, telling him to strip while he drew his bath. There was protest, but Dean was too tired to really fight back. Pulling of his dirty clothes and putting them in the hamper, he waited until Benny told him it was time. Walking into the little bathroom off their bedroom, he watched as Benny dipped his fingers into the water, testing the temperature. Dean argued that he'd be fine, and took a seat in the tub. A pearly concoction of bubbles arose to the surface of the water. Looking to Benny for an explanation, all Dean got was a chuckle. Benny said he figured Dean might like the smell. Again, he was too tired to protest. Sitting forward on his thighs, Dean allowed Benny to massage his muscles with body wash, and his hair with shampoo. He sat through the humming of an old rock song as Benny drained the tub and dried him, helping dress him for bed. They both said their goodnights before curling up on the king-sized mattress, falling into a deep slumber.