A/N Another prompt fic, this one's a little suggestive. Sorry it was all i could think of!
Fandom: Supernatural
Prompt: Banana
Sam slammed the motel door. Shaking the snow out of his hair. It was Late January, and they'd been given a case in Lincoln Nebraska about Crocotta. So far, they'd covered minimal ground what with the poor weather conditions and a foot of snow in every direction.
Dean was laying on his bed, hear spiky with water and towel wrapped low on his hips. "
Dude. That shower is awesome." Dean said, chest heaving. "I figured out how to get the water pressure right."
"You know you could have just asked and I'd have told you." Sam replied, stamping the chill out of his bones. "I need a shower, man it's cold out side."
Dean suddenly flashed that childish grin of his. Sam cottoned on.
"No way. That's crazy. You're not going outside like that!"
"Aw c'mon! It'd be hilarious!"
"No way." Sam said again, and shook the snow off his coat and on to Dean, who shivered.
"Did you get the pie?" He asked, sitting up finally.
"Yeah. I got apple."
"Awesome."
Sam quickly stripped to his jeans, and clomped to the bathroom. However, once in there something unusual and quite frankly disturbing caught his eye. A curve of yellow against the porcelain.
"Uh, Dean?" He called, not keen on touching it.
"Yeah?"
"I think you might have um... forgotten something in here."
He heard his brother shuffle into the bathroom behind him, who laughed once he caught sight of the Banana. "Right, yeah. Basically-"
"Do I really want to know what you were doing with a banana in a hot shower?"
"Dude, chill. The oils in the peel are really good for your hair and skin. See." He gripped Sam's hand, who admitted they were a bit softer.
"Meterosexual much?"
"Aint nothing wrong with wanting to look good, dude."
Sam laughed and pushed Dean out of the Bathroom.
Dean, on the other side grimaced. He'd have to be more careful. It was luck Sam bought the story this time but there had better not be a next time.