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Title: Watery Woes
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Dean, Sam
Genre: Crack, Humor
Warnings: Dean has a filthy mouth.
Complete: Yes
Summary: Sam and Dean have a little problem with their bathroom. Can it still be a deathfic if it's pure unadulterated crack?
A/N: Betaed by Windscryer, the bestest BFF and the most awesome person to ever exist. If I could be her my life would be perfect. So much crack you may OD. XDDDDD
Disclaimer: OF COURSE THEY'RE MINE! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU- Oh hai, Mr. Kripke . . .

"AKANAME!" Sam shrieked over the din of rushing water.

"WHAT?!" Dean yelled, spluttering as he was sprayed in the face with Herbal Essences.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU SAMM--BLAUGH!" He spit out a mouthful of soap onto the rapidly flooding floor and swore colorfully.

"AKANAME!" Sam shrieked again and covered his head as one of the towels began whapping him around the ears.

"GOD, IT'S SCRAMBLED HIS BRAINS!" Dean moaned. He lunged for the towel attacking Sam and cursed again as he caught hold of it, but at the price of his balance. He landed hard, belly-first in the six-inch deep water coating the floor.

The towel then wrapped around his head.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled and began yanking at the towel. "NO, LET HIM GO YOU BASTARD TOWEL!"

The towel, offended, gave Dean one last squeeze before shlooping down into the water (now seven inches deep) and disappeared behind the toilet, which was gushing water up in a three foot high fountain. Dean spluttered, Sam grabbing him around the head and yanking him up. "DEAN!"

"GERROFF ME, SAM. I'M FINE."

"THAT THING TRIED TO KILL YOU!"

"IT'S A FUCKING TOWEL, SAMMY. I THINK I'LL SURVIVE."

Sam squawked as Dean pushed him back, landing him on his ass in the water (now eight inches high). "FINE. BE THAT WAY, DEAN."

"FINE. I WILL."

He flinched as a bar of soap shot out of the bathtub, nearly taking out his eye and then sat up suddenly realizing, "SAMMY, YOU'RE NOT SPEAKING GIBBERISH ANYMORE."

"I WAS NEVER SPEAKING GIBBERISH, DEAN! THE MONSTER IS AN AKANAME!"

"WELL WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU SAY SO IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" Dean demanded.

Sam began pounding his head against the bathtub.

"IT'S A BATHROOM SPIRIT, DEAN."

"WELL OBVIOUSLY, SAM. HOW DO WE GET RID OF IT?"

"HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!"

They continued to argue until the water was up to their eyeballs.

Then they argued some more.

Then they drowned.

The end.