Sam hasn’t been blackout drunk for a couple of years, not since the night that he got Dean back from demonhood and put away nearly an entire bottle of Jack. That time he woke up face down in his pillows, fully clothed with his dislocated shoulder shooting violent bolts of pain down his spine. This time, he comes to with the sky wheeling white above him, his clothes damp and his knees muddy and twigs and leaves in his hair. He sits up, hauls himself to his feet and staggers forward a dozen yards or so to emerge onto a jogging track, a woman in bright lycra thudding past with headphones in her ears. His legs are bruised and aching and his mind is… fuck, so foggy, a great roiling cloud of nothingness, and he has to stop thinking about that right fucking now if he wants to stay calm. He runs his hands through his hair, dislodging a beetle and a shower of debris, tries to straighten up his clothes. He finds his phone in his pocket, the screen shattered and dead. Great. But the next woman down the track has a guy alongside her, a personal trainer maybe, so Sam steps forward hoping that he won’t intimidate them both away.
“Hey,” he says, hoarse. “Can I – I’m sorry. Can I borrow your phone?”
“Well, maybe if you weren’t so stubborn and you actually let Cisco help you for once things would have gone smoother!” you yell, anger getting the better of you as you face Harrison.
“Maybe” Jesse spoke quietly, only to be shushed by Cisco.
“Uh-uh, let them finish. Honestly, you do not want to get in the middle of these two” Cisco spoke quietly from his seat, watching with a mixture of fear and amusement as your dispute continued without even acknowledging the duo watching.
“The science was sound, Y/N!” Harrison yelled, hands moving to express how truly riled up he was getting.
“Then why didn’t it work, hmm?” you replied, crossing your arms in front of you, determined you would win this one.
“There must have been a flaw somewhere in the practical application…” Harrison sighed, but his eyes remained fuelled with agitation.
“Or maybe someone should have reached out to our resident mechanical engineer!” you counter, pointing towards Cisco for added emphasise.
Looking towards where you were pointing a sudden quiet seemed to take over both Harrison and yourself as you seemed to come to realise you were not the only two in the cortex.
“So, when did you two become a couple?” Jesse asked in her best attempt at a look of innocence.
“We are not a couple!” you and Harrison yelled in sync, tired of the constant harassment that had been thrown your way the past few months.
“Yeah, sure” Jesse spoke quietly, barely suppressing her laughter.
And here’s the first page of my oihina comic that I couldn’t finish for oihina week (for the prompt “flirting”) (*´∀`)ﾉﾟ.:｡+ﾟI don’t know how many pages it will have, nor when I’ll post them. The only thing I know is that it’s a really self-indulgent project (and an excuse to avoid studying ahaha).