Dean looks confused for a good couple of minutes before his brain slowly slowly connects the dots.

And he's really not in the mood to laugh.

"Son of a bitch," he mutters under his breath and rolls off the bench and onto his feet to head for the bathroom and see what kind of mess Baby has gotten himself into.

The scene he walks into is Baby showering fully clothes, and he swears he's too old and too drunk for this world and the bullcrap it likes to throw at him. "What are you doing?"