I don't own Supernatural. And fortunately for Dean, I don't him. I'm so cruel to him. In one fic he gets shoved down a mountain and in this one, well…
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Sam and Bobby stood at the doorway to the panic room. Sam shook his head at his brother and glanced at Bobby. Sam was having trouble not laughing.
"He's acting like an idjit." Bobby stated, a smile on his face.
Sam nodded. "Well he is one." He agreed, crossing his arms.
"He'd better fix my panic room when he's done with it." The older hunter commented.
Dean's voice made them jump a little. "I'm making it better!"
"Just don't flood my house boy." Bobby retorted.
Sam looked away, and when he looked back at his brother he about died of laughter.
Dean gave him a dirty look. "Bitch."
"Jerk." Sam retorted, through laughter. "I bet Castiel would love to see this!"
"It's not funny Sam." Dean said flatly, sending his brother a disgusted look.
Bobby shook his head. "Idjit."
Dean glared at both of them, and sat down on a chair, the ringing bell was beginning to get on Sam nerves.
"You going to spend the whole day in there?" Sam asked.
"You bet." Dean nodded.
Sam sighed as he looked at his brother.
Dean glared him, from behind the hose. He stood up to move hose to prevent it from pouring on one of the iron horseshoes around him. A bag of salt sat next to Dean's foot and the hunter almost tripped over it. As he turned his back, Sam noticed Dean's clothes were inside out.
Sam sighed. "Happy Saint Patrick's Day Dean."
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Author's Note: Happy Saint Patrick's Day! Look out for the fairies, and the leprechauns.
What Dean was doing, is said to ward off fairies. Iron, along with rowan or herbs is said to protect you from fairy magic. So is standing behind running water (the reason Dean had the hose), wearing you clothes inside out and ringing a bell.