Dean enjoyed his simple pleasures. He'd left his brother buried in books, confident of hours to himself and time to air the bathroom afterward but, as he prepared to relax and let go, he was interrupted by hammering on the door.
"Dean! Will you be long? I need a shower!"
"Have a sink wash, Sammy!" he advised, thinking fast. "Trust me, after the monster poop I've just dropped you won't want to be in here for a while!"
Sam smiled. Really? Unfortunately, the fragrant steam wafting under the door betrayed all Dean had dropped was a honey and oatmeal bath-bomb.