Dean didn't hide the growl that rumbled in his chest when she ripped out the IV. It had been in there for a reason, that's why he'd left it there. "Hey, it was either this or an actual sponge bath while you were still in that bed. I figure you might appreciate this a little more than being treated like an invalid." This way she could actually do some of the work, maybe. And there was the added bonus of not falling on her ass while she did it.
He undid her jeans, and worked them down off of her hips, taking panties with them as he shifted as slightly as he could manage, working them down her legs with the same amount of care, tugging them off and tossing them out of the way.
Dean wriggled out of his own jeans and boots once she was bare. Why not? She'd seen him naked. And he was pretty sure he had every inch of her body branded in his mind.
He looked from their spot on the floor to the knobs of the shower. That part was going to be a trial. He was pretty sure he should have thought this through a little more and prepared. Oh well, there was no going back now.