Title: I Hate Public Toilets
Author: EdnaShamrock
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the toilet.
Ok, so this was kinda an outtake that I started writing a while ago. I just started writing and I figured it sucked for the beginning of the story I had so I just left it. I've been clearing up my crammed computer and found this and I wanted to share it because I think it's just a little amusing. Just a little scenario of a man who kills ghosts and monsters, stronger than most people you meet, manages to get himself outta ropes and fires and pretty much anything, but he can't seem to get himself out of the toilet.Dean's POV
I hate public toilets. Normally, they're the average, unsanitary and smelly toilet's you'd find in the shop of the gas station. But this one I hated the most. Know why?
I got stuck in this one.
"Son of a bitch" I mumbled, looking around for a way out. You know, an air vent or something. But no, the air vent in here was way too small. No wonder it stank.
There was nothing out of the ordinary to be weary of. Nothing that made me rise suspicion against anything supernatural. It's just the damn lock jammed. I yanked at it, trying to get it to open, continuously shouting my favourite phrase until I had no choice. I so did not want to have to do this.
"You what?!" Sam laughed at the other end of the phone at me. I glared at his reaction and in embarrassment at the wall, listening to Sam's casual laughter.
"Sam, come on!" I said, half sternly and half pleading. "It's stuffy and…smelly."
He laughed a little more, just loving this unfortunate occurrence. I waited for him to reply, as he took in the fact that I was stuck in the toilet. "All right, I'll help you out."
"Thank you" I said, fast and snappy as I slapped my flip phone down. Man, was I pissed off.
I walked around in the little space of a room, grimacing at the mess in the corner. Whatever it was…it definitely wasn't water.
"Dean?"
I heard Sam's voice on the other side of the door, followed by a knock. "You there?"
"Yeah, I'm here" I said.
"How, uh…" Sam began to say and I could tell he had a huge grin on his face simply from the positive tone in his voice. "How're you doing in there?"
"Alright, quit the small talk and get me outta here" I demanded. I heard Sam snort with laughter followed by a fiddling on the metal on the other side of the door. Luckily with Sam's great…fiddling skills, he was able to open the door.
It glided open, both revealing very different expressions. I stood there, door slowly reaching the wall and I saw Sam, his very cheeky and stifling with compressed laughter. My face, however, looked at Sam, glaring and brooding. A face telling him not to say a word.
There was no talking for a little while. For Sam it was a lot of humorous tension. For me it was a murderous tension as I glared, definitely not happy.
"You took your time" I said.
"Hey, man, you took your time" Sam said. "How long did it take for you to call me?"
"Shut up" I said with emphasis, as soon as he'd finished that sentence and I walked out of that disgusting toilet ahead of Sam, who stood behind laughing.
I slammed my car door shut, not saying a word. I was keeping my dignity despite being embarrassed and in a very, very bad mood. Sam followed me in the car, still with a smile on his face. "You know, I was wondering what was taking you so long."
"Shut up" I said, in reply as he started the car, continuing the long road trip.