Written for the Fanfiction.net weekly drabble challenge. The challenge word was 'cloud'
Characters; Sam and Dean
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Don't own them
"DEAN," Sam yelled over the tuneless rendition of Highway to Hell emanating from the bunker's shower, "how long are you gonna be in there? I need to pee!"
Sam gave the locked door a petulant thump with his fist before walking away.
On the other side of the door, Dean stood, unmoved by his brother's plight as he luxuriated under the hot spray, inhaling the clouds of pine-scented steam. If Sam needed to pee, then there were plenty of bushes behind the bunker.
Dean had no idea how he'd so far managed to spend forty-five minutes in the bunker's shower and the water was still so hot, and the pressure was still so awesome, and what's more he didn't care. Ain't broke, don't fix, and all that. He was a man of simple pleasures.
Sam, on the other hand, had studied the bunker's plumbing at length. He understood its engineering and spellwork. He understood very well, as he stood in the basement before a tangle of pipes and valves, that if he pressed this button, the hot water would shut off immediately.
He grinned in wicked satisfaction, as Dean's shocked yelp echoed through the bunker.
Sam was a man of simple pleasures too.