Dean waited until Sam was gone before she sighed and fumbled to press the nurse call button. As much as she didn't want to do this... she'd rather chew glass than admit she needed this kind of help... she had to do something. If she didn't get a shower soon, she was going to shoot herself. Her hair was clinging to her face in greasy, dirty strands and she didn't know how Sam could stand to kiss her. Or sleep next to her. Last night must have been just delightful for him.

When Sam got back, he'd find the bed empty and hear muted cursing coming from the tiny bathroom in the room.