†: My character will have an egg hunt with yours
Samantha had been having a long day. She had interviewed a woman reguarding a case, yet the entire house smelled like a litter box and it gave Sam a headache. After that she had to visit two more people to interview, dressed in full buisness attire in 90 degree weather mind you, and neither of them were very pleasant to be around either. As Dean would put it, they were giant freaking dicks. She blamed it on Easter, and having to deal with shitty family members or something.
So when Samantha got back to the hotel room and saw Dean grinning like an idiot with brightly colored streamers hanging around the room, she was immediately on her guard.
“…. Deeeeean…. Why are there streamers…..?” She hesitated to even step forward a bit, just in case something jumped out at her. She already had that experience earlier, when the source of the cat lady’s litter box troubles jumped out from a bookshelf and right past Sammy’s face during the interview.
That didn’t seem to put Dean off any, as he motioned around the room with a wide sweep of his arms. “It’s an Easter Egg Hunt!” he cheered, grin wide and slightly mischevous. Dean always looked like he was playing a prank or joking around, but Sammy could tell that he was actually proud of putting this all together.
They hadn’t really been allowed to do Easter-y things when they were little, if John hated a holiday then it would have definitely been Easter, so it must have been a bit freeing to set everything up like this.
Sure, they were both adults. Sure, Sammy didn’t find the same fascination with brightly colored eggs as she did as a kid. But seeing Dean’s face lit up like that….
“None of those eggs better be raw, or I’m gonna smack you.” Samantha grinned back at Dean before setting off to look at the best egg hiding spots she could find. Sure, she was a hunter and it could’ve been over in a few minutes, but Sammy dragged it out for a good half hour. Dean just watched from the bed, snickering whenever she missed an egg or full on laughing that one time when a group of streamers held together in a corner fell down right on Sammy’s head.
It was a really good time, even if Samantha’s clothes did still smell like cat litter.
((Drabble prompt: watching. //runsawayandsobsinthecorner))