Shit! His brother’s voice and knock on the door startled the giant, causing him to drop the bottle. The end of the blood splattered out as it landed in the sink with a dull thud.
He grit his teeth as he starred at the spilled blood, unable to keep the annoyance out of his voice, “What?”
“You okay in there?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“You sure?” A few footsteps floated through the door, and his brother’s voice sounded closer, “You’ve been in there a while.”
“I said I’m fine.”
“Yo, Sam,” Lucifer waved his arms, getting the giant’s attention, “I know he’s ruining your high right now, but this whole angry-for-no-reason-thing might not be the best way to keep this a secret.”
Sam opened his mouth to reply, before closing it again silently. He turned the devil’s comment over in his newly-cleared head for a few moments before nodding. He forced himself to take in a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek as he turned away from the mess in the sink.
“What? Like you’ve never had to crap before?”
“If your craps are taking two hours, I think that’s a sign of a problem.”
Two hours? Shit, Sam spun back around to the sink, reluctantly washing the spilled blood down the drain, “I uh, I thought you were asleep.”
“… Do you always take unusually long craps when I’m sleeping? And I thought it was just the stench of motels I didn’t like.”
The giant rolled his eyes, using his hand to scrub the blood out of the porcelain.
“Good thing you have big hands.”
Sam flicked his eyes up to the devil for his comment as he continued to scrub, lucky the blood was still fresh. Thankfully, it washed away pretty quickly. Sam grabbed the now empty water bottle out of the sink before grabbing some toilet paper to dry his hands. His eyes went wide as he noticed the blood from his hand transferred.
He shoved the wad of paper and bottle into his back pocket, before rolling down his sleeve in an attempt to cover his red stained palm, before pulling the bathroom door open, almost slamming head first into his brother.
Dean gave him a semi-concerned once over, eyes stopping on the one rolled down sleeve before he rolled his eyes, “Next time, I’ll slip you some skin mags.”
“What?” Sam followed his brother’s eyes before shaking his head, “No, Dean, I wasn’t-”
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