[Dean lifts his eyes to Cas' face, eyebrows raised. He's still got his hand under the faucet, gauging the temperature of the water. A slight adjustment and he pulls back, wiping his hand off on his pants without much thought to the action.]
Yeah, [he agrees after a moment. There's probably not enough hot water for two separate baths, something he's learned from living in motel after motel, so he stands, stripping his shirt off by grabbing the hem and yanking it up over his head.] At least this place isn't so crappy they don't have soap. [Which, yes, he is going to steal. Old habits die hard, okay?]
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Yeah, [he agrees after a moment. There's probably not enough hot water for two separate baths, something he's learned from living in motel after motel, so he stands, stripping his shirt off by grabbing the hem and yanking it up over his head.] At least this place isn't so crappy they don't have soap. [Which, yes, he is going to steal. Old habits die hard, okay?]