Instead of the dry ice just bubbling in the water to make a cloud, the soap in the water traps the carbon dioxide and water vapor in the form of a bubble. When the bubble reached its maximum expansion, it burst releasing the trapped CO2 and water vapor into the air.
Magic truly comes alive for Once Upon a Time’s 100th episode. Smoke machines blanket an entire icy warehouse, forcing cast and crew alike to done gas masks. Dry-ice bubbles rise from the depths of an 80-foot-long pool, over which a wooden barge skims the dark surface, guided only by dim lanterns. It’s eerily quiet. That is, until someone starts synergistically singing “It’s a Small World.”
“I believe that means we’re partners” The voice caused you
to jump slightly as you spun around fast to see the man himself Dean Winchester
standing mere inches behind you.
“There’s an open seat next to me” He nodded towards the back
of the class before walking there himself, leaving you standing up at the
teacher’s desk to try and process what had just happened.
Slowly you regained your wits and walked back to your own
desk, gathering your things and walking towards Dean’s desk. He sat in the one
in the back left hand corner, a perfect ring of empty desks surrounding his
You slid into the desk next to his and set your stuff down
quietly, not making eye contact with Dean.
Dean, on the other hand, wasn’t having any of this “scoot
your desk closer sweetheart I don’t bite”
You had to keep from rolling your eyes at being called
sweetheart and as a result didn’t move. Dean, consequently, grabbed your desk
and manually pulled you next to him, a smug smile on his face once your desk
“So Dean any ideas on what to do this project on?” You
asked, pulling out your pencil and notebook to try and keep yourself
“No I think I’ll leave this up to you, you are the brains of
this operation” He answered simply.
“I’m not doing this project by myself” You shook your head,
almost half expecting this answer from him.
“Ok but I won’t be of much help” He shrugged “but I am more
than willing to go back to your place and work on it” He wiggled his eyebrows
You let out a small sigh and looked briefly at the clock
before shoving your things back into your bag. “We can meet at the library
“and that’s where again?”
You raised an eyebrow at him “you are not that new. How can
you not know where the library is?”
“Do I look like the kind of guy who goes to the library?” He
asked gesturing to himself with an almost smug smile.
You allowed your eyes to glance over his figure briefly,
pausing on his backpack for a second before snapping back up to meet his gaze.
“You know you don’t have to pretend to be dumb around me right?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” His smile had
faltered slightly but still hung confidently on his face.
“right” You muttered, standing up and pushing your desk back
to its original position and throwing your bag over your shoulder “just as a
word of advice then, make sure to keep your copy of Slaughter House Five hidden from plain view” You nodded towards his
backpack where an old copy laid on top of piles of papers just within “it might
give people the wrong idea” And with that you walked back towards Charlie,
Misha, and Gabriel.
You sat at one of the tables in the library, the same table
you had been sitting at ever since school ended, about 20 minutes ago.
You were about to give up, just go home and chew Dean out
tomorrow for ditching you, when the library doors opened and your least
favorite bad boy walked through them, a smug smile on his face as he took his
time strolling across the library towards you.
“Sorry sweetheart I had plans”
You rolled your eyes “and you couldn’t have told me?”
“well I didn’t have a way to get in touch with you” He
shrugged, plopping himself down in the chair across from yours “Though if you
give me your number…” He let the end of the sentence hang in the air, sending a
wink your way.
“I think you know my answer to that” You mumbled getting out
your notebook again. “So any ideas?”
He grinned again and shook his head, leaning back and
resting his feet on a chair.
“Ok” You sighed “I came up with a few while waiting for you.
Umm dry ice bubbles, oobleck, or elephant toothpaste”
“Was I supposed to understand any of that?” He chuckled.
“Dry ice bubbles are bubbles made with dry ice, oobleck is like
slime, and elephant toothpaste is basically this foam that rapidly increases in
“Yeah any of those sound good” Dean simply shrugged causing
you to sigh again.
“Are you actually going to help or just pretend to do so?”
“I told you sweetheart I won’t be of much help, I’ll just
screw it up”
“The least you could do is try” You spat back, clearly
expressing your lack of tolerance for his attitude “I’m not going to do
everything myself. I’m sick of you pretending you don’t care about anything,
that you’re an idiot, that everyone just bends to your will because that is not
happening this time. So for once in your life be serious and help me with this”
Throughout your rant Dean had sat up straighter, any hint of
a smug smile wiped off of his face as he clearly wasn’t expecting an outburst
like this from you. “Y/N I-“ He began but was cut off by the library doors
opening again and Alice, Dean’s newest girlfriend, walking through them.
“There you are babe” She exclaimed happily, giggling as she
strolled over and planted herself right on his lap.
“Hey” Dean greeted her half-heartedly with a quick kiss.
You rolled your eyes and got up, stuffing your things into
your backpack thereby calling their attention back to you. “Oh hey Y/N” Alice
greeted you. “I saw your last softball game, you’re a really great player.”
“Thanks Alice” You responded with a smile.
“Hey babe listen we’re working on a project-“ Dean began
though you cut him off.
“No it’s ok, not like we’d get much work done anyway” You
offered him a tightlipped smile before throwing your bag over your shoulder.
“Y/N” Dean almost seemed to be pleading with you.
“No that’s ok, I’ve got to go get ready for practice anyway”
You turned your gaze back to Alice, still sitting on his lap “It was nice seeing
you” And with that you walked away.
“Good luck at your next game” Alice called back to you as
you exited through the doors.
You did your best to ignore Dean the next day, which
honestly wasn’t that hard considering that you didn’t have any other classes
with him, so this simply entailed avoiding eye contact in the hallways.
However, this was not by any means easy as he constantly seemed to be in your
field of vision, often watching you as you walked by. As if he wanted to say
something but knew you wouldn’t let him.
So needless to say you were dreading physics class. You
walked quietly and sat at your desk, praying that the teacher wouldn’t make you
work in groups during class.
Luck, however, wasn’t on your side as the teacher walked in
just as the bell rang and simply said “get to work on your projects” and
planted herself at her desk.
You groaned and stood up, slinging your bag and walking back
towards Dean’s desk to find that the one next to it had already been pulled
flush to his.
You glared at him and he sent you back a shit-eating grin as
you slid into the desk.
As soon as you were situated Dean leaned over and reached
into his bag, pulling out a two liter bottle with the top cut off and a funnel
with a piece of rubber tubing shoved through the skinny end and a paper cup
duct taped to the other end of the tubing.
You raised an eyebrow at him “what’s this?”
“It makes dry ice bubbles” He answered somewhat shyly. “Dry
ice and hot water go in the two-liter and you put the funnel on top of it, dip
the paper cup in bubble solution and the carbon dioxide travels through the
tubing thus making the cup act like a bubble wand”
You sat for a moment in stunned silence “this-this is
Dean simply shrugged. “So does it work?”
“There’s only one way to find out” He grinned. “I found out
the ice cream shop on main sell dry ice, do you want to test it after school”
You chuckled slightly, absentmindedly tucking your hair
behind your ear. “As long as you promise to show up on time”
Dean nodded “I’ll be on time I promise, meet in the library
You nodded again, still unable to get used to his sudden
change of character. But to be honest you weren’t complaining