IRC-Galleria

'I'm sweaty, gross and I smell,' Trent whispered into Adam's shoulder, 'you know I hate that.'

'Just so you know,' Adam pressed the face-washer firmly over Trent's eyes, 'when you're better I'm going to punch you for this. This is the worst thing you've ever decided to do.'

'Probably.'

Sighing, Adam absently washed an extra bit of shampoo out of Trent's hair. 'Dalton is such a gay school. We should all wear pink and giggle.'

'I'm the Sam to your Dean Winchester.'

Adam snorted and shifted with a splash of water. 'If there's ever an episode that features Dean sat with Sam in a bath while Castiel,' he glanced at Kurt, 'washes his hair, the fangirls, and I include myself in that, would probably die.' Trent laughed weakly and immediately hissed in pain, curling his hand protectively around his arm. Adam squeezed his shoulder, 'Sit still, Sam.'