When Dean made it home (well, the tickets from running the traffic lights in the mail would be worth it) in record time, and he barely turned Baby off before he was bounding up the stairs into their house, then taking the stairs two at a time to their bedroom. He paused at the doorway when he heard those noises, and he peered around the doorframe, staring at the sight of Cas on the bed. He hadn't been kidding about the shorts.

Biting his lip, he stayed quiet, just standing there, watching and taking in the view.