This wasn't usually how Dean saw girls naked for the first time. Sophie gripped the bathroom counter for balance as Dean unzipped her skirt and pulled off first her tights, then her panties. He was surprised she'd somehow made it through that long of a migraine in one of her typical tidy and academic outfits. As he held her up against his chest to get her t-shirt over her head and unclasp her bra, Dean realized that if the pain hit too fast for her to find medication, it'd hit too fast to change into pajamas too.
He felt a stab of guilt as he stepped back and noted that even under the decidedly unflattering circumstances and sickly-yellow bathroom lighting, she was gorgeous. Compact, muscular, gently curvy. He'd have said she looked like a fighter, but also, logically, assumed her physique was a result of kneading bread dough and being on her feet all day.
"Okay I've got to get some of my clothes off too or this is going to be very wet and very awkward," Dean said, "Is that alright?"
Sophie nodded. She had her eyes closed against the bright lights of the bathroom. Dean guided her hands back to the counter and made sure she had her balance before letting her go.
He pulled off his flannel - folding it and putting it on the counter, then shrugged out of his thermal overskirt and his jeans. Socks came off. Underwear and undershirt stayed on. It was more polite this way, and it'd give Sophie something to gip if she needed too.
"Do you want to wash your hair?" He asked.
He'd learned by living with Sam his entire life and been reminded again through a month of living with Sophie, that this was a really critical question.
"No, thank you," Sophie said, "There's a hairband somewhere and you can pull it up."
Dean found the hairband easily enough, but quickly realized that putting her hair in a bun to keep it dry was a task for Sam. He gently carded his fingers through her hair, pretending he knew what to do and hoping she wouldn't notice with her eyes closed.
"You don't know how to pull it up do you?" Sophie asked, a smile playing at her lips.
"How mad will you be if I get Sam?" Dean said in response.
"Get me a towel first and we're good," Sophie replied.
Sam tried to make conversation as he tucked Sophie's hair into a bun.
"You feeling better?" He asked.
"Than I was," Sophie offered in response, "Thank you, by the way. For the Gatorade. And for this. And for being very quiet and not turning on lights."
"Don't mention it," Sam said, slipping out of the bathroom.
"Okay," Dean took inventory as he spoke, "Hair is pulled up. I have the body wash that doesn't give you hives and everyone is the appropriate level of undress. I also have dry clothes for you that do not have any weird demon chicken house blood on them. I'm going to get the water started. You tell me when the temperature is good."
Sophie nodded.
"Can you turn off the lights?" She asked.
Dean looked around the bathroom. There was a tiny window above the mirror - barely enough light to see by, but it'd be dim enough for Sophie. He flicked the lights off and watched Sophie relax and open her eyes. She pulled the towel off and took his hand to step over the bathtub ledge and into the shower.
Sophie's body relaxed instantly under the hot water. Dean helped her scrub away the residual dried blood and mulch and muddy splashes. She was yawning again by the time she asked him to turn the water off.
"You need to eat something before you go back to sleep," Dean told her, trying to coax her back into clothes and deciding a pair of clean underwear and his mostly clean flannel was good enough.
"But you don't cook," Sophie protested, "I was going to make you pasta. The kitchenette here has two burners and everything."
"And now I'm going to send Sam to get you chicken soup," Dean replied, "You are going to eat it, take your seizure meds, and then you can go back to sleep. Okay?"
Sophie nodded. Dean bent to pick her up again, but she stopped him.
"Thank you," she said, "For all of this."
"I wasn't going to leave you on the bathroom floor," he said, trying to brush it off, "I am not, contrary to popular opinion, a complete psychopath."
"Not just the migraine. All of it," she continued, "For taking me with you. For giving me a new life. For reminding me that what happened was real and it was bad and there are people trying to stop it. For letting me you, Dean."
And, even though he knew she was so tired and had to still be hurting, Dean kissed her. To his surprise, Sophie kissed him back. Not sweetly and chastely like she did when he left for a hunt, but passionately, pressing herself against him and twining her arms around his back. A moment passed in perfect bliss, and then Sophie pulled away, hands going to her head and face contorting in pain.
"Oh no," Dean said quickly, grasping her shoulders and helping her sit down on the cold, tile floor, "I am so sorry. I should not have done that."
"Don't apologize," Sophie said, "It was totally worth it."