Vibrating with anticipation, Dean packed his duffel, keeping an ear cocked toward the sound of the shower.

After a minute or so, a muffled curse rose above the sound of the water.

"Dean!"

Dean cackled madly and faced the bathroom, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Dean! Get your ass in here!"

Grinning, Dean bounced over and opened the bathroom door. "Problem?"

Sam faced him, soaking wet and scowling, a towel wrapped clumsily around his middle. A bottle of Herbal Essence shampoo was affixed to and dangled limply from the palm of his hand.

"You are dead!" Sam bellowed.

"Bring it, bitch!"