Dan fought for a moment trying to strong arm the cloth from his over attentive brother before just relenting when he almost slipped on the wet tiles. Better to just let Sam do as he pleased and get it over with. Strange how that's mostly how Dean's life went. Grin, bear it, and get it over with.

They both knew it was awkward in spite of what Sam said. It was plainly obvious what happened to Dean. The bruises from Castiel's...no Lucifer's fingers, were painfully vivid on his pale skin. His hips hurt, his ass hurt, his heart hurt. His heart hurt the worst of all. He hurt for himself and he hurt for Cas...and in some ways he hurt for Sam. Sam who certainly had better things to do than clean up his older brother who just finished playing bitch to an archangel.

Sam was surprisingly gentle as he trailed the cloth over his body. He flinched when he dipped below his waist, he wanted to protest but he just swallowed it down and stood as still as he could. He had to hold back the hiss of pain that illicted when Sam cleaned between his cheeks. He didn't think anything was torn but it was sensitive to say the least.