Cas twisted the last knob on the shower and water sprayed strong and steady. The job was done. He stood, wiping his hands on a rag, but when he glanced over his shoulder, Dean was still leaning against the wall, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Her lips trembled. She looked so small, so broken, yet so breathtakingly slutty in that loose robe, her cleavage spilling out, thighs pressed together like she was trying to hide the heat between them.