Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Holy Bath~ Destiel

*You get interrupted by Dean's and Castiels 'activities'*

I sigh in frustration as I turn to the next page in my book. The noises don't get any less bearable.

For the past half an hour, Sam and I have been trying to do work in the library but two certain people are making it really hard.

"For the love of god, will they just stop? How long can they go on for?" I set the book down hard, looking at Sam with a frown on my face. His expression isn't any better.

I kind of feel sorry for Sammy. His room is next to Dean's. He gets the worst of it. The bags under is eyes seem to agree.

Sam looks up from his laptop and gives me a 'tell me about it' look before looking back down at the screen.

The moans and groans and other ungodly noises echo down the hallway, and one of them sounds so creepy I consider calling in an exorcist to spray them with some holy water.

Wait. Holy water. The wheels in my head turn faster than Sonic the Hedgehog can run. And an idea is born.

"Sammy, I think I might have just gotten the best idea" I grin at him, sparking his attention. It's not hard to do that. He's always a slut for ideas and new information.

I stand up off the chair and walk towards him, a smirk on my lips. "Get a bucket full of holy water please. As soon as possible would be grand" I wink, and see with delight as a look of recognition followed by approval pass through his face.

He takes off in the direction of our little torture chamber to get the necessary objects while I wait. Maybe what I'm about to do will earn me a week of radio silence from both of them, but it's worth it.

"I know what you're planning, (Y/N). You sure that's the best of ideas?" Sam asks, setting a small bucket full of water next to me. Always the one for worrying, Sam is. But I can see he's excited to see the outcome of this too.

I pick up the heavy bucket and start heading down the hallways to Dean's room, Sam shortly behind me. "Sam, do you want them to shut up or keep going at it like rabbits?" To this I get no reply.

We stop in front of the closed door, the noises coming from the other side of it making me scrunch my face up. Sam's one is worse than mine. Dean is, after all, his brother. I'm just a friend.

"Alright, open the door in 3...2...1..." Sam kicks the door open, literally, and I run inside, emptying the metal bucket on the two naked men trying to cover themselves in a hurry. The holy water soaks them both.

"What the hell (Y/N)!" Dean shouts, glaring up at me and then at Sammy by the doorway. Castiel just looks a little irritated.

"We're trying to read and the noises you two are making are so fucking unholy I figured it was worth a shot." I set the bucket down and walk out of the room with a chuckle, stopping in the doorway next to the laughing Sam.

Dean and Cas are both soaked and looking pissed off. Well, as I said this was worth it. Although Castiel looks more confused.

"Bye bye boys." I say with a chuckle and close the door. As soon as its shut, me and Sam both collapse into a fit of soundless laughter.

This is one of the upsides of living with the Winchesters. Annoying the shit out of the two brothers and then laughing about it later.

For now, my good deed is done.