Going through his usual nightly routine was simple, brainless. It was probably a good thing since Dean's thoughts were still distant, trying to wrap around everything the other angel had said. He probably wasn't going to be able to get away from them any time soon. His hands cupped the water under the faucet and he rinsed out his mouth, and again over his face with a small sigh. He leaned against the counter, his eyes meeting his own before spying Castiel. He didn't jump, but he did give a small smile before grabbing the towel and drying off his face, giving a mumbled, "Much."
Once he tucked it back into the ring, he turned, clapping a hand lightly on Castiel's shoulder as he passed and went to his room, hands going to the front of his pants without thinking about it too much. He was purposefully not thinking about it too much. If it were anyone else following him to bed, he'd know exactly what was coming. A race to see who could strip faster or maybe the threat of some ripped threads somewhere along the way, kissing and hands against skin, that would have been normal, if Dean even had a normal. His jeans just ended up tossed against the wall. He'd probably put them on again tomorrow.
This was Castiel, though, and that both made it more simple and infinitely more complicated. It was probably made worse that Cas wasn't exactly...like he was before. It wasn't bad, it was sort of nice, given how much he'd fought with Cas before coming here, probably was a big part in the angel leaving because he wouldn't listen. He shoved those thoughts away, too, or tried to and just wandered over to bed, pulling at the covers and moving to get in bed before scooting to the side, still sitting up but leaning back against the headboard. "Half expected you to go back to the skunks."