Prompt: Towels
Prompter: none
Spoilers: up through season 1
Rating: T for language, dark themes
11. Towels
Oh, this is too good! Dean remarked to himself. He had Sammy, his brother, with him on the hunt to find his dad now and they picked a random, seedy motel to stay in. This little number was called the Hollywood Inn.
Dean had checked them in, leaving Sam to his usual mopey self. The kid was still blaming himself for Jess' death. More than likely, always would. He was such a constant thing. Never gave up. More like their dad than probably Sam realized.
But, for tonight, Dean thought his baby bro could use a little pranking 'R and R'.
While Sam was in the shower, Dean slipped the covers from Sam's bed and sprinkled dry milk on the sheets. The kid would stink for a few days, but be otherwise fine. And it would be HILARIOUS to watch him figure out what the hell happened to his skin.
Later that evening, Dean woke up to the feeling of being wet. Was there a leak in the roof?
It was then Dean realized his hand felt very wet...
'SAM! I'M GOING TO FREAKIN' KILL YOU!"