He sighed in relief as he let the tension slowly drain out of his muscles. It was the only time he could ever truly relax, so he savored it. After a big kill he was assured that there was no one after him. After them. Such a short period of time to feel safe.
Suddenly the air was choked with steam and his light was blocked by a tall figure. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his brother standing over him, wearing nothing but a towel. "Sam," his voice was a husky, hungry growl. He let his eyes drift leisurely over Sam's body, remembering the way Sam's muscles shiver under his touch.
"Shower's free," nonchalantly, as if he wasn't aware of the effect his nearly naked body was having on Dean. But then his eyes flashed with humor, "Might wanna make it a cold one."
"Fuck you."
"You know you wanna."
"Mm," Dean hummed in blatant agreement before reaching up and dragging Sam's face closer to his own. Very slowly, Dean traced the outline of Sam's lips with his tongue. Suddenly Sam wasn't being so 'humorous' anymore. Instead he groaned and pulled Dean up out of the chair and pressed him up against the wall, making sure there was no space between them. Dean grinned and pushed Sam away, "I think I'll go take that shower now," and walked into the bathroom, careful to lock the door behind himself.