Baby rights himself, keeping hold of the shower wall when he realizes the floor is a bit slippery, and then he turns the water back on. He was getting cold there, he realizes, when the warm water hits him and feels so very nice.

"Now I can clean?" He holds out the loofah in question. Obviously, Dean is supposed to be washing him, but then he scrunches his face up because he knows he's forgetting something. "Soap?" He doesn't see any bottles that look right.