The Bloody Detour
"Damn it, Sam, next time we go vamp hunting, we're bringing one of those to-go detergent pen things. It's a pain in the ass trying to wash the blood off every time," Dean Winchester hunched over a sink in a shabby motel bathroom in Boise, Idaho, angrily scrubbing away at a leather jacket.
"I don't think those pen things work on blood," Sam Winchester replied. The plaid shirt he wore during the vampire hunt washed easily and was now hanging to dry on the shower railing. "Maybe next time, don't wear your leather jacket."
"Maybe next time, don't wear your leather jacket," Dean mimicked, flicking soap suds onto Sam's drying shirt, just as his phone started ringing outside.
"Want me to get that?"
"No, I'm just going to grow a third stretchable arm and answer the damn thing myself."
"Alright then, Grumpy," Sam rolled his eyes, reaching for the phone. "Hello? Hey Bobby. Okay, thanks. Hey! Bobby has a case for us in Vermont, possibly a very vengeful family of spirits."
Dean popped his head out of the bathroom. "He wants us to go where, now? Does he realize we're on the other side of the country? What does he expect my car to do, sprout wings?"
"You know we're down on hunters, Dean," Sam said, already stowing his laptop into his duffel bag. "Besides, we don't usually venture to the East Coast. This could be like a vacation. Kinda."
A line of muttered expletives was Dean's response as he trudged back into the bathroom to salvage what he could of his blood-stained leather jacket.
Next stop: The Green Mountain State.
*A/N: First written on my blog, but sharing here for any Supernatural fans hanging out in this corner of the Internet. Oneshot/Silly Slice of Life Drabble. These boys are so much fun to write. Hope you guys liked this!