For girlyghoul who had to mention a car wash. ;-) 175 words this time!

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Hand Wash

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They had to think of a way to outwit the Trickster. That was priority. Sam feeling too dirty to comfortably drive to their next destination was not.

It wasn't as if Dean had purposely driven through the mud and wet gravel of the off-road they had decided to take. It was raining. They were in a hurry. Back roads were faster. Sam hadn't protested, either, until Dean went sloshing along.

Then, for the next twenty miles, Dean had had to listen to Sam bitch about how gross it felt. Foolishly, Dean had then agreed they would stop in the next town to get that taken car of. Only the next town didn't have a carwash you could drive through. It only had the kind you…do yourself.

By hand.

"You owe me so much for this," Dean grumbled as he swiped a wet rag along the groves above the right back tire that he couldn't help imagining as Sam's…thigh.

"I know." Sam's voice was rough, strained. "Thanks."

Dean was never forgiving the Trickster for this.

Ever.

tbc...because I'm sure I can't resist.

A/N: Any suggestions on their continuing adventures?

Crim