Sam was stuck in a tiny bathroom stall in an abandoned house which was practically in the middle of nowhere. He was pretty sure that things couldn't get any worse, but did he say it out loud? No, he didn't because he knew that saying it out loud actually did make things even worse. So he did what any sane person would do-he shut his trap and waited.

"Son of a bitch, Sammy. You mind getting your ass off of my face?" Dean asked him really politely like his 'well-behaved' brother usually did.

Oh, had Sam mentioned that his brother was stuck in here with him?

He somehow inched away from his big brother and yelled out as Dean started shifting to a more comfortable position, where his little brother's ass wouldn't be anywhere near him. Dean froze when he heard Sam yelling, quickly giving the stall a once over before giving his brother a questioning look.

"You're stepping on my arm, Dean," Sam told him with a pained look on his face and Dean quickly pulled his leg away as Sam tried to shift to a much better position, too.

After a couple of moments of silence, Dean, being the restless jerk that he was, just had to open his trap and say, "Well, I guess now things can't really get any worse, eh Sammy."

Dean's grin faded as he saw the look on Sam's face. He looked like he was resisting the urge to punch Dean. It took few moments for Dean to understand what he had just done. As he remembered what had happened the last time that he had said those words, he realised his mistake. Yup, he had just sealed his brother's and his own fate.

Sam was practically waiting for it to happen and couldn't stop the sinking feeling that he got his stomach because Dean had said it dammit! His stupid brother had said it out loud and it was as if God took Dean's words as a personal challenge because the very next second, they heard door unlocking and slowly opening.

Now normal people would've taken this as a good sign and sighed in relief, but the Winchesters were not normal people. They had been working a case over here and the evil spirit of Meredith Ross had been the one to trap them in the tiny stall in the first place.

Both the brothers remained frozen in their places, not daring to go out, not even daring to move.But just as the brothers were finally starting to get the courage to take the first step towards the door, the ghost appeared right in front of them looking as scary and frightening as ever.

"Die die die!" She chanted the words over and over again as her lips widened into a creepy smile at the very thought of the things she was going to do to them.

Sam and Dean swallowed heavily and before anything else could happen, Sam slid his eyes over at Dean. "Dude, if we die, I think I'll give Gabriel a visit so that, y'know, he can kill you over and over again in like a hundred different ways!"

Dean huffed and shrugged his shoulders as if saying 'whatever' and winced as he faced the angry spirit.

Had Sam mentioned that they were both weapon less?