This is the drabble that came to mind first. And it had no hurt Dean, oddly enough.


"Dean!"

The room was a wreck—walls festooned with maps, paper everywhere. He picked his way to the bathroom over an obstacle course of books, beer bottles, and dirty socks that was once the floor.

Looking in, Dean found Sam fiercely gripping a spurting faucet. "Huh."

Spitting water, eyes wide, Sam grated out "Help."

Dean raised both eyebrows. "There a carburetor under the sink?"

"A what? No!"

"Then I'm no help. Shit. We'll drown before we can pack. Soak up the water with your hair."

"You have tools."

"Car tools. This is plumbing. You turned off the water, right?"

"Uh…"


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