Dean's having a bad, bad night … something is going to suffer.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only my own twisted mind.
Dean twitched and burrowed shakily under his lumpy pillow, breaking into a cold sweat. In the next bed, Sam slept soundly, seemingly oblivious to the torment his brother was suffering.
Another twitch, toes curling, he cursed through gritted teeth.
The shower had been dripping all night and the relentless, echoing drops were driving him beyond insanity.
Pure torture in it's most insidious form.
Sam stirred on hearing a violent crunching sound and saw a very slightly demented looking brother emerge, panting, from the bathroom clutching a grotesquely mangled shower head.
"You fixed the leak then …?"