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Dean had always been a fan of roadtrips. Nothing but the purr of the engine, the smell of hot asphalt, and his brother along for the ride. But three days stuck in the car? Stopping only long enough to piss off the side of the interstate and sleeping in the driver seat?
Made roadtrips a pain in the ass.
He loved the Impala, but if he had had to spend another night cramped inside her, he was gonna put a bullet in his own skull. Hell, he would have been happy to crash on the floor of the study, getting first dibs on the actual room with a bed was just an added bonus. Much like getting first dibs on the shower.
He felt a cold draft pass through the bathroom as the hot water poured over him and he frowned. "Sam, dude, seriously, you are not gonna rush me out of here for your turn."
And he was one second away from another complaint when the curtain pulled back and a very naked Anya grinned back at him. "I'm starting to have a sense of deja vu," he smirked, thinking back to the morning after their very first meeting. She complained about smelling like a car and needing a much needed break from the others as she stepped in with him.
***
After what he'd rank as the best shower ever, Dean and Anya got dressed in what would be their room for the next couple of days, both of them glad to just be out of the same outfits they'd had on for 72 hours.
"We need to shower like that more often," he grinned at her as she finished pulling a t-shirt on over her head. He took hold of her wrist, pulling her close. "Probably will have to," he said, feigning seriousness. "Gotta conserve water and all that with this many people around."