"Going through the car wash?" he says uncertainly, looking over at Dean. He is happy to see him alive and well, so he smiles brightly. The shower hasn't been closed, so water splashes everywhere whenever it hits the leather of his jacket and pants, but he's still busily scrubbing himself off with the loofah.

"I want to be clean." Dean likes him when he's clean, so he thought this would make the man happy. It's not making the man happy.