Dinah wasn't the only one making wishes. Dean had been fighting the good fight, but he was still doing it on foot. That was not how he liked doing things unless there were very special instances, but that was something else altogether. He had had a long night helping out with a few ghosts, nothing big, and he'd gotten in the shower.
He ached, and he needed something. He let the hot water run down his body, his head tilting forward under the spray. He stared down at his feet, watching the water swirl and eddy right down the drain. The hunter stretched under the water only to somehow curl under it again, just trying to get every spot relaxed. Magic fingers would be next. Unless something came up...
He groaned softly, his hand moving over his stomach. That was what he wanted. Yes, that was definitely what he wanted.