"Are you okay?" he whispered anxiously, and she nodded tentatively in response.
"I'm sorry about this," she admitted meekly, still turning her back on him.
"No big deal, we're even now I'd say," he smiled comfortingly, "But I'd really like to get out of the shower now."
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Awkwardly Josie plodded out of the stall soaking wet. The hunter grabbed two towels, tied one around his waist and began rubbing Josie's hair dry with the other. Without objection, she just let it wash over her and gazed fixedly at Dean's tattoo.
"Do you want to take your wet clothes off yourself, I mean I wouldn't have a problem with that if you want me to help you," he smirked encouragingly, but Josie only muffledly heard his words.
Her thoughts were circling around completely different things. She even instinctively raised her arms as he pulled the wet shirt over her head. In the end, he wrapped her in a towel again and led her back to bed. Against his expectation, she immediately snuggled up to him. It would have been tempting, with nothing but a towel separating them. But given Josie's absent state and the fact that Sam was lying just an arm length away from him, it made it easier to restrain himself. Dean only hoped that this night would be over quickly and that his little huntress would be able to regain a clear thought. Because then he would throw all decency overboard, Sam or no Sam.
***
Sam was the first to wake up and could hardly believe what he saw. The two had managed to kick their towels out of bed and were now lying stark naked in bed. Desperately he tried to banish the images in his mind and wondered how he could sleep so soundly, on the other hand he was glad he did.
"Dean," he whispered, gently nudging his brother, who rubbed his eyes in a daze for the moment.
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"What?" he inquired, instinctively looking around.
"Are you fucking serious? Do you really have no shred of decency?" the younger hunter complained.
"Be glad you didn't wake up," Dean sneered slyly.
Sleepily, Josie blinked next to him, holding her blanket in front of her chest as she remembered she had nothing on.
