Rag's Revenge

Disclaimer: I don't own "Supernatural", sadly, but the boys are such a treat to play with…

A/N: My gratitude goes out to my awesome beta twinchaosblade who makes sense of my stuff, even if I don't.

A/N 2: Response to the Drabble Challenge by Enkidu07 and Onyx Moonbeam
All fellow players can be looked up on Enkidu07's profile page (the many, many names finally exceeded the drabble word count, hehe).

Prompt: Floor

Bonus: Write your story from the POV of an inanimate object


It's always the same; day in, day out. Up and down, swirl left, swirl right, only to be lifted and dumped into water. Hot water. Stinking and dirty hot water that's containing things I can neither spell nor care to know in the first place.

As her hands grab me from the floods to clean the boys' motel room, I wish against wish, I hope against hope that I could just wrap myself around her neck the way she does to me.

And then the old hag slips on the wet floor hitting her head, hard. Same difference to me.

The End