Pairing: None
Characters: Dean, Sam
Genre: Humour
Description: Sam and Dean roll up to the local towns dry cleaners with their bloody clothes from the hunt the night before. What will the dry cleaners reaction be?
Sam and Dean were on their way back from a very gruesome vampire hunt, with blood splatters on their clothes and pieces of skin in their hair.
"Err, Dude. I think we're gonna have to get these professionally cleaned. There is no way we can get this amount of blood and filth out of our clothes." Sam began to inspect his and Dean's clothing for any space that was not covered in vamp juice.
"Eurgh, Sammy, really? I'm sure it's nothing a good scrubbing couldn't fix." Deans eyes were too focused on the road in front of him to fully inspect his flannel shirt.
"Dean, nearly every part of that shirt is covered in vamp juice, and it's red. I'm sure that you wouldn't even be able to tell if your shirt is clean by the time we had finished." Sam argued back, trying to get his brother to see sense.
"Alright, Mr. High Maintenance! We'll get them professionally cleaned. Just don't be surprised if we get weird looks when we hand over clothes that have bits of vamp all over them." Dean looked over and Sam was giving him his famous bitch face. "But can we please do it tomorrow, I'm exhausted after slaying all those bloodsuckers." Sam agreed and they spent the rest of the journey in silence.
The next day, Sam had gathered up both of their clothes and bundled them into a bag. "Alright, Sammy. Lets get this over with." Within a few minutes, the brothers were in the car and on the road towards the dry cleaners, even though neither of them knew where it actually was. Dean had to pull over and ask somebody where it was, which he absolutely hated. "I feel stupid asking for directions to a fricken dry cleaners, I feel like a woman!" Sam just shuck his head and told his brother to hurry and drive.
As they rolled up at the entrance to the dry cleaners, Dean shivered. "I am seriously gonna have to take another shower after stepping foot in here to wash all of the woman off me". Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's childishness. "Seriously, dude, you're 40. Grow up!" As Sam began to get out of the car, Dean began to mimic Sam, to which Sam shot Dean an unamused look.
Sam grabbed the laundry bags from the backseat and headed into the dry cleaners, Dean following reluctantly behind. As they entered, the employees turned around and greeted them with smiles. "Hello, sir. How can I help you today?" Sam smiled back and explained what he wanted them to do. After the brothers had paid and left, one of the employees opened up the bag and grimaced in disgust.
"What in the hell is on these?" She held up the pair Sam's jeans that he wore on the hunt the night before. The rest of the employees rooted through the rest of the laundry bag and found the rest of the clothes covered in the same mysterious substance. They all looked up at each other in confusion and disgust before throwing them into a washing machine to get the stench and blood removed from their sight.