"Dean... You're not screwing me in the shower." He might not be the whole flowers, dinner and candles kind of guy, but he had standards, alright? He wanted it to be halfway decent at least. He was flushing. If called out on it, he'd blame the heat of the water.
And no! No no no no. The awesome lair of awesomeness's tables were not for screwing on! And against the bookcases was definitely off limits.
The thought of screwing Dean in the shower... now that was a very nice thought. The hand on Dean's hip started to travel towards his groin. "You want me to screw you against the shower wall, Dean?" The words were almost purred against Dean's ear.