"First things first," Dean announced as they stepped into the room, "Is a shower." Alex tilted his head in confusion.

"I heard that word a'fore." Dean resisted the urge to sigh and guided Alex to the bathroom. The younger man was looking around in amazement, and Dean wondered if he'd ever seen anything outside that house.

"This is the shower. You can take a bath, if you're more comfortable with that."

"Will ya take a bath wi' me?" Alex asked innocently. Dean's face twitched a little. The more he thought about it, the more he realized the man would probably need help anyway.

"Nah, but I'll be here if you need help." He went back to the door. "I'll get some stuff for your hair." Dean pointed at the toilet. "Take a piss or whatever you need to do." He left the door open while he searched Sam's bag. He glanced over and saw Alex sitting on the toilet, still looking around, and wondered if the guy had been taught to pee standing up. He waited until the toilet had been flushed before he went back to the bathroom. He decided that a bath would be easier on both of them, but didn't want the guy sitting in mud. "We'll rinse you first, then start the bath." Alex balked at that.

"Not with a hose!" He pleaded. "I hate the hose!" Dean was startled at first, but felt anger seeping back in.

"No, I'm not going to use a hose on you." The water hit a good temperature, so Dean pulled off his shirts and unbuttoned Alex's. He tried to think about the man as a child. It was nothing more than a grownup bathing a kid. Perfectly normal, and not weird at all. "Most people only use a hose to get really gross stuff off before they go into a shower." Alex visibly calmed down and put his hand under the spray. "You won't have to be hosed down again unless you want to be." The younger man smiled at him, and Dean managed a smile back. "I did squirt Sam with a hose a few times, but that was playing. We were laughing and he got me back. We were washing my car, and he threw the sponge at my face." Alex giggled and used a hand on Dean's shoulder to keep his balance while he stepped in. Water was getting all over the floor, but he didn't worry about it. Alex wiped some of the dirt from his body with his hands, and watched it go down the drain.

"Feels good," he muttered and turned around to put his face to the spray. Dean tried not to watch him too much. Under the dirt was smooth, pale skin. There were scars over the rest of his body, but his face was untouched. There were even scars on his ass and thighs, and Dean figured he'd been whipped. "C'n I take a bath now, though?" Dean snapped out of his daze and nodded.

"Push down that stopper with your toe, I'll switch the water. Sit and chill for a minute." Alex did as he was told and slowly lowered himself into the tub. "Is the water ok? Need it warmer?" Alex just smiled up and leaned back against the slope while the water climbed up his legs. Dean snorted in amusement. His phone started to ring. "Hey, Sam. You done? Food would be awesome. Usual for me, um…" Dean glanced at Alex, who watched him with curious eyes. "What do you like to eat, Al?" Alex sank down a little, and his smile faded a bit.

"Um… um, I dunno…" Dean sat on the edge of the tub while he turned off the water.

"Ok, just get him something with fries. Everyone likes fries." Dean put the phone on the sink and grabbed the bottles of shampoo and conditioner. "Sam uses this stuff to keep his hair pretty. You wanna try it?" Alex brightened again.

"I wan' my hair ta look like my mama's!" Dean raised an eyebrow. "It was yellow an' soft an'-an' shiny!" Dean grinned.

"I'm not sure what color your hair is, between the dirt and being wet. We can dye it yellow later, if you want. This will make it soft and shiny." Alex was thrilled, and dutifully followed every direction Dean gave. "This is for the rest of you. It'll get you especially clean- no hoses needed." He soaped up a wash cloth and handed it over. "Know what to do?" Alex nodded and began to wash. Dean started looking for a towel and mentally went through all the clean clothes they had. It was almost laundry day, but Sam had that long t-shirt he liked to work out in. Dean cupped his hand in the water to lightly splash some onto Alex's arms. "Rinse yourself like that 'til you don't feel the soap anymore. Here's a towel. I'm gonna get you something to wear." Alex nodded, and Dean left to root through Sam's bag again. Alex came out, dried off but nude, just as Sam entered the room with a bag full of food. Both brothers tried not to look at him, and Alex frowned at the food.

"Do… do 'most people' have to pay for their food?" he asked quietly. Sam and Dean looked at each other.

"Yeah, why?" Alex huffed a little and dropped to his knees without another word. He reached for Sam's fly, but the hunter grabbed his hand with a gasp. "Woah, wait a minute!" Alex was startled and as confused as the brothers were.

"Is… is my mouth not ok?" Alex asked. He sounded a little afraid, and the Winchesters were horrified.

"Alex, people don't pay for their food like that!" Sam cried. "You don't have to do that!"

"We have money, see?" Dean pulled out his wallet, and a bill. "We work, we get paid money, and we use it to pay for things." Alex lowered his hand and sat back in contemplation.

"So… I don't have to use my mouth? I don't have to suck anybody?"

"No, man! Not unless you want to." Alex brightened and stood up.

"Then I get to eat that?" he pointed at the sandwiches on the table, and Sam handed him one in relief. Alex took a bite, and moaned. He sat on the floor again, and the brothers sighed. What had they gotten themselves into?