Let’s talk about this scene. Shaw knocked out John because he was going to get his fool ass (and every body in the the team) caught. Now, the more expedient thing would be that she could have parked the car somewhere safe and leave him there. After all, she’s already in trouble with her boss.
But, no, she stays to make sure he’s okay and kept watch until he woke up, then she tried to talk some sense into him.
And I just have so many sibling feels for them, okay?
“Y/N!” you heard Dean shout from the bathroom. You smiled mischeviously to Sam from across the library table and stood up, making your way to the eldest Winchester.
“Yes, Dean?” you asked innocently from the doorway. Dean stood fuming, staring at his toenails.
“What the hell is this?!” He looked up at you, his eyes narrowed and his face flushed with anger.
“It’s nothing!” Your smile grew wider and a giggle slipped through. His face went blank for a moment before twisting into an over-exaggerated version of your own.
“It’s nothing,” he said in falsetto, mocking you. Dropping the smile, he continued. “Dude, take it off!” You shook your head, still grinning.
“I just thought you might like a little color in your life, Dean! Look, they’re even plaid. They’ll match your wardrobe. Besides,” you shrugged, “we’re out of nail polish remover. You’ll have to wait for it to rub off on its own.” The man growled and slammed his hand on the sink. You could tell he was mostly frustrated with you, so you knew he wouldn’t do anything rash. Continuing to giggle, you trying to make your face as serious as possible.
“How long will that take?”
“A week? At least. Long enough for you to appreciate my artwork.” He swore under his breath and turned to face you again, grabbing his socks from the floor.
“What’s Sam gonna say when he sees this, huh?” Dean asked. Sam, who was hearing the whole ordeal from the other room, took this as an opportunity to poke fun at his older brother.
“Sam will laugh and side with Y/N!” he shouted. You laughed and gave Dean a big smile. He rolled his eyes, then focused them behind you as Cas popped in. You turned and gave the angel a hug, telling him you missed him while he had been gone in heaven. He awkwardly patted your back before looking up at Dean.
“Dean, I fou- what’s that on your feet?” Castiel asked. You laughed and Dean didn’t answer the question; he just glared at you from the bathroom before shoving his feet into the socks. When you could finally breathe again, you answered.
“I painted his toenails, Cas! Aren’t they pretty? I could do yours if you want!” You stepped towards him a little, still smiling sweetly. Cas glanced at Dean and then gave you a wary look, his eyes wide.
Stacee Phelps prompted this kiss ages ago, but since I took a break from filling prompts I sort of stopped at this one… But I picked it back up this week since I was without Internet and at an expressive arts retreat. Which was interesting, but I did want to write some!
So I filled some prompts! :D They’re going to go up over the next few days, starting with this one.
The prompt was: “they’ve been fighting all week-one of them is
presumed dead and they haven’t made up-but then the one is found alive but
injured and they kiss.”
could still scarcely believe that Tony was alive. Not after the horrible week
he’d had, where he’d thought for sure that Tony was dead.
the last thing he’d told Tony was that he wasn’t cut out for relationships if
he couldn’t be bothered to spend some time with Steve. The look on Tony’s face
– heartbroken, stricken, and then blank as his mask came on – had haunted Steve
every minute since he’d learned that Tony was dead.
known going in what Tony was like with relationships; Tony had told him. And yet Steve had rubbed it
into his face.