Just a little short story . . .cause it so hot and steamy here tonight, and it made me think of all the shower scenes people write about!! hope you all enjoy!! thanks for reading!! let me know what you think!! bambers;)

So Not Another Gratuitous Shower Scene . . . .

Sam flipped open his laptop, and turned it on to find his email inbox full. "Hey, Dean," he called back over his shoulder. "More fan mail."

"Dude, do I know my tv or what?" Dean rushed to his brother's side, leaned over Sam, and peered down at the computer screen. Clapping his hand on Sam's shoulder, Dean chuckled. "I told you people would just love a show about what we do for a living. Thanks to Reality Televsion we're finally getting a little of the recognition we deserve." Leaning a little further over his brother, Dean's eyes narrowed considerably. "Are they all like that?"

Sam pointed at the screen, and shook his head in disgust. "Well, it seems Mandy in Illinois, thinks your shower scenes are too short . . . too much soap involved, and not enough drying off time between getting dressed."

He clicked on the next email, and continued, "But, Rose, in Jacksonville North Carolina, thinks the showers scenes are awesome, but could there be more of them . . . PLEASE." Sam chuckled. "Capital letters, Dean . . . that's so sweet."

"They can't all be like that," Dean grumbled.

"Well, here's one from Carol, in Arizona. She says she would like to see us trapped in the desert, all hot and glistening with our shirts off, laying on the hood of the Impala. In fact, she says she doesn't care where we are as long as our shirts are off."

"Sam, skip a couple, there has to be some in there about what we do. I mean for Christ sakes, we fight demons for a living."

Sam scrolled down and randomly opened another. "Well, it seems, Betsy, from New York is my biggest fan." He turned, and flashed a brilliant smile at Dean.

"Yeah, and it also seems, that good old Betsy wants to tie you up and do . . . God, Sam can a person really do that all slathered in chocolate?"

Sam swung back to look at what Betsy had written and quickly deleted it. His face turning bright red.

"Aww . . . Sam, why did you have to go and delete it. Betsy's gonna be so disappointed."

"Yeah, so not funny, Dean." Clicking on another email, Sam read through it quickly. "Marlene from Washington wants more shower scenes as well, and wonders if we've ever done any modeling."

Sam opened the next, and smiled. "Dean, it seems as if good old Betsy has a thing for you as well. Whip cream and cherries this time."

"Man, we gotta get to New York more often, Sammy." Tired of leaning over his brother to read the fan mail, Dean pulled up a chair, and perched himself on it. "What does the next one say."

"Charlene, from Alaska, says the fight scenes could be a little more realistic . . . says the blood looks kinda fake . . . but she just adores the brotherly banter, and can never get enough of me in the shower."

"God, Sam, how dirty do these people think we get."

"Awww . . . Dean you're just pissed because she prefers my glistening pecs to yours."

Dean reached over and clicked on the next one. "Kelly, from Pennsylvania say she can never get enough of the show." He gave his brother a sidelong glance, smiling, thinking he'd finally found one person who appreciated the importance of their work. "See I told you."

"Read further, Dean." Sam shook his head in disbelief. "It says she would like an entire show devoted to whether we wear boxers or briefs, and if at all possible could we please do a show in nothing but silk boxers, during a rain storm . . . cause that would just be plain awesome."

Sam clicked on the next one. "Apparently, Frédérique from France caught our show while she's been in America for the past seven months, and is wondering if there will soon be a French version available."

"Oh, dude, we've gone international."

"She also claims to be a huge Deangirl, but loves me just as much . . . and can never seem to get enough HurtSam and ProtectiveDean."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I don't know, but it sounds like she might be a little on the sadistic side."

Dean knocked Sam's hand out of the way and clicked on the next one. "Seems, Jude, in Florida, has been hooked on our show since the first episode aired."

"That's good."

"She says she thinks she has a vengeful spirit living in her shower, and wants to know if we make house calls . . . oh, she also states that the spirit only appears when someone is taking a shower . . . and thinks I might be just the right person to get rid of it for her. PS . . . she has plenty of soap, no need to bring my own."

Sam clicked on the second to last one. "Bambi in New York . . . oh, God, Dean, not another New Yorker."

"What does it say?"

"Seems Bambi from New York just started writing Fan Fiction stories about us . . . she says she's a huge Sammygirl and loves to torture me every chance she gets . . . nearly kills me off by the end of each story."

"Yeah, so definitely staying away from New York."

"She also goes on to say that she and her friends have debates over who's body is better, and she thinks mine wins hands down, although she finds you extremely sexy."

"Sexy's good. I can live with sexy."

"But, she said when she saw me jolt my pecs while wearing nothing but a towel, she totally forgot you were in the room." Sam chuckled. "She also agrees there are definitely not enough shower scenes."

"This so sucks. We're out there nearly killing ourselves day after day, and all any one cares about is gratuitous shower scenes." He nodded his head toward the screen. "So what does the last one say?"

"It's from the television executives. They want to know if we would like to do another season?"

They both looked at each other for a second, smiled, and simultaneously said, "Oh, hell yeah."