nobody's amused

…you know what, I’ve just figured out the best moment in history that the Legends of Tomorrow ought to go visit.

One of the jokes I have heard most often as a history major when talking about ways in which history (or at least, surviving legends about history) can be sillier than fiction is about how Lichtenstein decided to participate in the Austro-Prussia War of 1866.

They sent 80 men to Italy to fight.

The army returned with 81.

Now c'mon, tell me that isn’t the perfect opportunity to put one of the Legends in there, going "I’m totally from Lichtenstein, yeah, really, I swear!“

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i felt like doing this, too, so here are ryouma’s special skill quotes from heroes

Osomatsu-san VA Cast

Whoever decided to have the sextuplets voiced by an all-star cast is a genius.

Osomatsu (voiced by Takahiro Sakurai)

Ichimatsu (voiced by Jun Fukuyama)

Choromatsu (voiced by Hiroshi Kamiya)

Karamatsu (voiced by Yuichi Nakamura)

Jyushimatsu (voiced by Daisuke Ono)

Todomatsu (voiced by Miyu Irino)

Altruism - Newt

“Get Y/N in here,” I heard Alby yell. I had just been walking around aimlessly. I was tired from the past few days. It was starting to take a toll on me. Newt had insisted that I take a day off to let myself recharge, which until recently, I had refused to do, but my exhaustion had started getting in the way of my work. I started having blackouts, nosebleeds… I didn’t even want this day off, but at this point, Alby had stepped in and refused to let me even set foot in the medical bay.

So, naturally, when I heard Alby wanted me in there, I bolted in before anybody could even say a single syllable.

“What’s going on?” I instantly let my eyes wander to the patient. “Thomas,” I murmured.

“Y/N, don’t-” Alby began, but I had already bolted to his side. This was one of Newt’s best friends, I couldn’t let anything happen to him. I instantly closed my eyes and put my hand on his forehead. “Call Newt. Now,” I heard Alby whisper.

“If any one of you calls my boyfriend, I am going to end you, heal you, then end you again. So, if you have any care for yourself, I highly recommend you don’t do that,” I suggested not moving as I heard everyone froze. “Good,” I commented.

“Alby, I-” I heard Newt’s voice as he walked in. “Y/N, what are you-” I paused, opening my eyes.

“Which one of you was it?” I growled.

“Don’t get mad at any of them,” Newt asked as I saw Chuck walk in, hiding behind my boyfriend. I sighed.

“Dammit, the one person-” I began when I finally finished my reading. My eyes widened. “Get them out of here now!” I ordered. Them being Alby, Newt, and Chuck. Clint did as I asked. 

“What do we have?” Clint asked me.

“Other than the head laceration and the crush injuries?” I asked nobody, “What the hell happened out there?” I asked Clint, who shook his head. Confidential information. I yelled in frustration. “Okay, there’s fluid around the spleen and an embolized tear. He also has Klebsiella pneumonia… Clint, what the hell happened?!” I asked.

“I can’t say, Y/N! You know that!” He sighed, pacing around. “We can open him up. Start him on antibiotics,” Clint suggested. I shook my head.

“Recovery time would be too long. Chances of infection too high. We don’t have to risk that, Clint! I can heal him! No risks whatsoever!” I told him.

“Y/N, don’t-” I closed my eyes, keeping my hand on Thomas’ chest, focusing on the healing.

I must have been more tired than I thought because it hurt like hell. The last thing I remembered was screaming.


I woke up to the sound of whispers. Slowly, but surely woke up. My vision was blurry and spotty at first but after blinking a few times, it cleared up. I groaned as I tried to sit up.

“You bloody idiot. Stay down,” Newt ordered. He was beyond pissed.

I looked around. I was in the clinic, on a bed, strapped down.

“Oh, well… isn’t this even just a little funny?” I asked. To which, the boys around me just glared at me. I suddenly felt very small. “No?” I asked, “Not even a little?” I wondered, “Come on, I mean, healer ends up unable to heal herself after healing someone else? That’s not the least bit amusing?” Nobody answered. Instead, Newt crossed his arms. “Tough crowd,” I muttered to myself, lying back down.

“Can I have a moment alone with her?” Newt asked the others, who nodded in return before leaving. He looked back at me. I rolled my eyes and groaned.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I told him.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m a child who broke your favourite china set and you’re waiting for me to ‘fess up even though you know I did it.”

“You almost died-”

“I saved Thomas’ life,” I cut him off. “Come on, Newt, you can’t seriously be upset. Isn’t this a situation where you thank your girlfriend for saving your best friend?” I asked, still trying to be a bit funny. He just kept looking at me. “Okay, I don’t expect a thank you, but maybe just a little chuckle?” I asked, “I’m hilarious!”

“You weren’t so funny when you flatlined,” he sighed, taking a seat next to me, burying his face in his hands. My eyes widened.

“I… what?” I asked, “I died? For how long?”

“The longest 3 minutes of my life,” he said, a bit muffled. He looked up at me and he didn’t seem so mad. He was upset, but he wasn’t mad. He was terrified.

“Newt… I… I’m so sorry,” I apologised. I meant it. If the tables were turned…

Well, the tables were turned once.

“You’re sorry? Y/N, you were dead! Sorry doesn’t cut it!”

“I know,” I murmured. “God, Newt, I know.” I remembered how furious I was when he jumped off the wall. I couldn’t even think. I was so emotionally distraught that I couldn’t even access my powers. Just the memory of it… I tried to wipe a tear off my face, but I was reminded that I was restrained. 

Newt never knew that I was there when they had to break his leg to set it and try to heal him normally. He never knew I saw him flatline. He never knew I was there, frozen in sheer terror while people were looking at me, expecting me to be able to heal him. He never knew I heard him scream. Instead, he thought that I had been lost since nobody told me. That’s what Clint had told him. That’s what I begged him to tell him. Newt would never know how much I blamed myself for his limp.

“I was there, Y/N! You don’t know! I was there! I saw you die!” He yelled. I looked down, unable to look at him. I did know. I knew it all too well. You feel it, you see your life with them flash in front of your eyes. You see the potential future you could have gone be destroyed. You see their smile, the way their eyes crinkle a bit when they smile… And you tell yourself that you’ll never see it again. I knew it like nobody else did because what was different was that I knew that if my feelings didn’t get in the way… I could have healed him… “And I wouldn’t have been able to heal you like you could have healed me if you were there!” At that, a sob escaped my lips as a few tears began to fall down my face. My heart rate had began to pick up as my breathing quickened because of the rate of my sobs. “Y/N?”

Clint rushed in. He saw Newt and then me and put two and two together. “Dammit, Y/N. I told you that lying would come and bite you in the ass.”

“Lorazepam,” I demanded from him. “Now! Please… please!!” I begged.

“Y/N? Lying? What’s going on?” I heard Newt as I began to lose consciousness again.


I woke up again, this time, free of my restraints. Newt was sleeping next to me. I recalled what had happened before I went under. I played with his blond hair.

“Y/N?” His brown eyes began to peer through to look at me. “You’re a bloody idiot,” I chuckled, a few tears running down again as I quickly wiped them away. “Why didn’t you just tell me to shut up?” I bit my lip and looked down for a moment before looking back at him.

“And say what?” I asked, assuming Clint had told him at this point. “That I was there? That I… That I couldn’t…” I took a deep breath as Newt sat up and put his hand on my cheek. “If I could have just pulled myself together, dammit, I would have been able to heal you. And you wouldn’t have that limp… And-” Before I continued, Newt embraced me.

“Stop blaming yourself,” he murmured. “You can’t save everyone, though you try, you can’t,” he whispered before kissing my forehead. I nodded. “I don’t blame you the least. I mean… when you flatlined…” He choked. I nodded, understanding.

After a while, Newt pulled away and stood up.

“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“I’ve got work, love. I’ll be back. Don’t worry,” he told me. I nodded. “And, I hope you don’t mind, after you get out of here, you aren’t gonna be back for at least a month,” I gasped.

“A month? Newt, that’s a bit unfa-”

“No. I won’t hear it. No arguments. You have a month off. Appreciate it,” he chuckled. He kissed me, putting his forehead on mine. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He pulled away from me and I sighed. “You better not get in an accident in that month or any time that I’m here! If you get so much as a paper cut-”

“I know, I know. Lecture of the century,” he grinned. “See you, Y/N.”

“See you.” With that, he left.

i find the whole “mary wasn’t real. she was created by holmes and watson to hide their relationship” great. but like does nobody think about the amusing issues this raises?

“dude you should come over with mary! we’ll have a nice meal together!”
“she’s visiting… her sister… for all of next… year..?”

“where’s ur wife?”
“oh she’s at… her sisters… again…”

“why don’t you ever go out with ur wife”
“she’s… shy… and at her sister’s… still”

“why do you sleep at baker street instead of with your wife??”
“it’s for a case… also she’s at her sister’s”

“you hang out more with holmes than your wife”
“HAHAHAHA she’s at her sister’s”

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a series of unlikely crossovers:  So.  You’re going to get off your spoil-sport balcony in three minutes and come dance with me. Be warned: birthday girl trumps king every time.  Your move.  

For goldcaught.

Something Unexpected [Part 6]

The request: You’re Clint’s younger sister who is first introduced to the Avengers when they battle Ultron and they need to stay at the safe house. You are soon sucked into the world full of heroes and villains when Steve takes an interest in you. [Reader has powers]

Pairing: Steve / Reader

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 1,450

Featuring: Clint, Wanda, Tony, Thor, Natasha, Banner, Ultron, and Pietro

A/N: Again, I hope you guys like it! :)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

Originally posted by tezatlarkralicesi

“Does this make me an Avenger?” You asked tearing robot after robot apart next to your brother. He grunted and gave you a look before shooting two more arrows not answering your question..

“I can handle this, if you leave now, maybe you can find Cap.” He said changing the subject causing your mouth parted in surprise.

“What?” You spluttered and watched as Clint gave you a smirk.

“You’re my sister, I know you better than you know yourself.” He said shooting another arrow before wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you both over the hood of a car so you could take cover behind the car.

“Ow!” You groaned as you both huddled close. “And shut up.” Clint rolled his eyes and you swatted his arm just as numerous robots began to walk closer to you.

Suddenly, doors shot open and Wanda appeared. Her eyes were glowing red, and red mist surrounded her hands. She shot out her right hand, crumbling one robot before moving it around to knock out a few more. Clint and you both stood up then, he shot an arrow as you raised your hands tearing a few more robots apart.

Wanda looked at both of you and Clint nodded his head, he was proud. “Well now you’re not the only one who likes dramatic entrances.” You mumbled and Clint groaned shoving your shoulder playfully

—.

“Alright, we are all clear here.” Clint said speaking into the comm. You and him shared a look before you looked at Wanda who nodded.

“We are not clear! We are very not clear!” Steve answered and you instantly began to worry.

“Alright, coming to you.” Clint answered just as a blue blur passed you and Wanda disappeared.

“Keep up, old man!” Pietro’s voice called out as you stumbled back with a gasp. Clint groaned raising his bow but never shooting.

“Nobody would know.” He mumbled and you rolled your eyes, a smile forming at your lips at how annoyed he sounded.

“Nobody.” You hummed in amusement as he lowered his bow.

“”The last time I saw him, an Ultron was sitting on him. Yeah, he’ll be missed, that quick little bastard. I miss him already.”” Clint mumbled as you two ran down the street. You laughed at his words shaking your head at how silly he sounded. ‘An Ultron was sitting on him,’ repeated in your head causing you to laugh a little bit more.

“Okay brother, settle down.” You teased and he gave you a look.

“Don’t make me shoot you too,” he retorted and you rolled your eyes again, a smile still dancing on your lips.

As the city lifted higher into the sky you separated from your brother. You could feel the air change, becoming colder as the altitude made it harder to breath. The clouds made the street slightly foggy and you helped a group of people enter a building safely to stay away from the streets, away from the fight.

You had just turned the corner when you saw a S.H.I.E.L.D. life boat dock next to the city perimeter. A smile formed on your lips and grew bigger when you saw Steve running ahead of a group of people. “I got about fifty to hundred more coming after this group.” You heard him inform a guy as you ran with the group.

“Hey Cap,” You called out and watched Steve look around before spotting you.

“Y/N!” He breathed, his eyes widening a fraction as he took you in. Your smile grew and you crashed into him, immediately hugging him. “I thought- Y/N- I’m-” Steve stumbled over his words and felt him squeeze you tight. If you were going to die today nobody was going to stop you from doing this so without hesitation you stopped his stuttering by crashing your lips to his.

His body tensed before relaxing, his arms pulled you closer, deepening the kiss as people ran past you two and onto the lifeboat. “I missed you too,” you said as soon as you pulled away a smile on your lips. He looked at you dazed for a moment before he smiled and pulled you close again kissing you once more.

“We’re continuing this later.” He murmured against your lips and you nodded, you both smiling like dorks before going back to saving people’s lives.

“Thor, I got a plan.” Tony’s voice floated through your comm.

“We’re out of time.” Thor answered back, “they’re coming for the core.”

“Rhodey, get the rest of the people on board that carrier.” Tony directed.

“On it.”

“Avengers, time to work for a living.” And you watched Tony fly over you.

Steve threw you the shield, it protected you as you busted through the wall. You rolled to the side, throwing the shield back to him just as a robot followed him inside. He quickly turned around knocking the robot out.

“Romanoff. You and Banner better not be playing “hide the zucchini.” Tony called and your attention flickered to him confused. Did they really stay?

“Relax, shell head. Not all of us can fly.” Natasha quickly answered your unspoken question and you felt yourself smiling, proud that she and Banner decided to stay after all. And not even a moment after hearing Natasha’s voice, you watched her walk to you and ask, “what’s the drill?”

Tony turned and pointed at the metal core in the middle of the ground inside this church. “This is the drill. If Ultron gets a hand on the core, we lose.” Just as he said that, Hulk landed by the entrance tearing an Ultron apart and then walked inside. You then noticed Ultron himself come down from the sky, and hover a few feet away from you all.

“Is that the best you can do?” Thor roared and you grimaced when Ultron rose his hand and a bunch of Ultrons came running  and flying down the street. They stopped as he raised both of his arms out and you sighed.

“You had to ask.” Steve said looking at Thor.

“This is the best I can do. This is exactly what I wanted. All of you, against all of me. How can you possibly hope to stop me?” Ultron asked and Tony answered.

“Well, like the old man said…” Steve looked over at Tony like you did. But Tony faced Ultron. “Together.”  And then Hulk roared and the Ultrons came racing towards you.

Everyone surrounded the core as robots came from every angle. Thor’s hammer swung left and right, while Wanda’s mist shot out in every direction destroying robot after robot. Tony and Vision flew around in the air, knocking out any who came from above. And you felt the tingling in your hands grow as you ripped robot after robot. The feeling grew and slowly started to consume your body. Your vision blurred and you felt yourself begin to float up in the air.

That’s when Ultron came flying into the church, knocking into Vision. They both flew out and suddenly Vision, Tony, and Thor were using their powers to hold Ultron back as other Ultrons continued to come after the core.

You were now the only one in the air inside the church and you looked at your hands to see flames. You gasped and suddenly understood why you felt the tingling in your body. “Watch out,” you yelled at everyone below before your eyes turned white and flames consumed your body, bursting from you in every direction disintegrating all the robots that were in the church.

You only opened your eyes when you landed softly on the ground. Everyone was looking at you in shock. “Okay, you didn’t always have that, did you?” Clint was the first to speak up as they all moved over melted robot.

“Not that I know of,” you mumbled looking at the damage you caused. “But we gotta move out.”

“Y/N’s right. Even I can tell the air is getting thin.” Steve said standing next you. “You guys get to the boats.” He nodded his head at your brother and Natasha. “We’ll sweep for stragglers. Be right behind you.” He said giving you a glance, you nodded.

“What about the core?” Clint asked and you all turned your attention to the core Wanda was standing next to.

“I’ll protect it.” Wanda spoke up looking at you and then Clint. “It’s my job.” Clint nodded before looking at Nat.

“Nat.” He said before nodding his head in one direction, “this way.” She looked at you and Steve before quickly following Clint outside. Steve took your hand and you nodded at Wanda before running off with Steve in another direction.

[Part 7]


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Growing Younger

Winchester x Sister!Reader

Imagine playing against the witch who takes and gives years depending if you win or lose in a game of poker against him. You’re playing for Dean’s years.

Warnings: Light language, some pranking at the end brother fluff

A/N: This was really fun to write. I know I’ve been writing a lot of Sister fics, I’ll be posting some different ones soon as I get some ideas!

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Originally posted by itssamforyou


Curses. Witches. Spells. The whole ordeal, it just gave you chills. Especially after that one time that you were stuck in a bad position and ended up being on the wrong side of a deal. Dean, had gone and been a dumbass who tried to get the Mark of Cain off. You didn’t know why the hell playing cards with a witch and purposely losing to loose some years of life was the answer, but he did it. Only, he lost more years her bargained for. When an old, grey haired man walked into the motel room that was rented for you and your two brothers, the first thing you did was grab your gun and aim it at him.

Whoa! Calm down! I’ve been through enough tonight, I don’t need to add being shot to the damn list,” there was something about how they talked. But one look into his candy apple green eyes and you knew who it was.

“Dean? You look- different…” switching your gun back to safety, you couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit.

“Yeah, I went and got a haircut. Of course I look different! I’m as old as Bobby!” the yelling took the breath out of Dean, making him sit down and catch his breath.

  “Watch it boy,” the old(er?) man behind Dean wheeled in the front door which was wide open. “Lookin’ good son,” the three of you, Sam, Bobby, and yourself, couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bad date?” Sam couldn’t help but pitch in. Not everyday your older brother ages like there’s no tomorrow. At the rate he was aging, there may not be a tomorrow for him.

  “Ha ha ha, shut up,” in each ‘ha’ Dean gave off, a short wheeze followed it. Making you laugh once again.

  “How many years did you loose, old timer?” even as you spoke, you giggled. He wasn’t amused.

  “I initially gambled to lose twenty years, but somehow a few drinks later, twenty turned to forty,” wait, was he serious? “Added with twenty…” okay he was screwed with a capital ‘S’.

“You lost sixty years? You’re already thirty you moron! And the way you down greasy foods like it's air, you won’t live much longer,” the tone in your voice was like he always did to you when scolding you back in the day- wait, last time he scolded you was yesterday…this age thing was messing you up.

  “Oh good, you can count and calculate,” the old man sitting on the bed tried to raise his voice but couldn’t, wheezes came out.

  “Make sure he doesn’t move, he might give himself a damn aneurism,” grabbing your coat, you headed towards the door. Nobody bothered asking what you were doing because it was obvious, you were getting your brother back to being your brother instead of your grandpa.

*

“I want to make a deal,” the witch before you listened intently. “I’m 26- you take a certain amount of my years and when I win, you give them back to Dean and all the ones he lost,” he laughed at you.

 “That hardly seems like a fair trade, sweeten the pot,” rolling your eyes and scoffing, you realized this wasn’t going to end well for you. Dean sooooo owed you.

“Every year I gain, you get. I’ll stay that age forever. So…we got a deal, or what?” by the pleased look on his face at your offer, you could tell he was all in. Of course you won.

 You deserved a beer. Too bad a two and a half year old couldn’t drink beer…The boys and Bobby opened the door to be greeted by the witch who held you in his arms. Nobody questioned anything. Dean was himself, and well- you weren’t. He set you down and you did ran barefoot over to your oldest brother.

  “Bean!” you had no idea what had just happened, it was like any other day in your life, and this all seemed normal. “Shiny,” the tiny hands connected to your body reached for his Samulet. But he pulled away.

No, we don’t touch that,” it was like he had to teach you everything all over again. “So uh, any ideas on how to get her to the right age again? I’m not going through the toddler stage a second time…” every word he said was just like nonsense to you. Big sentences that confused you.

  “Why not?” Sam walked I’ve and took you from Dean. “I forgot how cute she was as a little kid,” as if on cue, both of your hands reached up on both sides of his face, grabbed a handful of hair directly from the root, and pulled.

  “Still think she’s cute? I don’t know about you, but I’d much prefer the annoying adult brat child instead of this one,” Dean cracked open a beer, sitting down at the table.

  “Well until we figure something out, looks like we’re stuck with her like this,” wheeling over to you, Bobby reached upward and took you from Sam, setting you in his lap. “We can take turns babysitting and whoever isn’t scheduled,  looks for a cure for this,” he continued taking while you were busy playing with the wheels on his wheel chair, trying to copy what his hands did.

  24 Hours In

Well your first night as a kid again was interesting. Sleeping situation was a problem at first, but Dean insisted Sam shared a bed with you. He must’ve remembered your potty problems at bedtime at this age because you wet the bed, and on Sam, in your sleep. Nobody was amused. Well Dean was, until the smell hit him. As punishment for his little prank, Dean got to bathe you. He’d forgotten how sensitive your stomach was to water either a little too hot or too cold for you, which ended with you throwing up on him.

“Forget the water has to be the same temperature as her body?” Sam poked his head in the door at the sound of Dean making a gross sound and you crying.

Shut up, can you take her so I can shower and get this crap off of me?” It was like an endless cycle of them using you for pranking each other.

Bobby was busy doing research so he wasn’t around to see it. He’s probably treat them like the children they were acting like…and watching.

48 Hours In

Sam was off helping Bobby and Cas with research so it was just you and Dean at the bunker. The worst time of the day was coming up: Nap time. Dean had tried everything to get you to go down just for an hour at minimum, but had no luck. He set you in the room, you cried until he came back. He left the door open, you cried until he came back. Put the TV on for you, guess what? You cried until he came back. Finally he realized there was no way in hell you were sleeping unless he was laying besides you, just like every normal nap time you had back when you were supposed to be this age. 

Reluctantly, Dean crawled under the covers with you in his bed, seeing as your pillows were wet from tears. Instantly your tiny body snuggled directly into his. He was laying on his left side and had you facing him, holding you into his chest.

The pointer finger on your right hand began twirling what hair it could from his head around your finger.  “Fre-tels.” you half yawned the words.

“What?” pulling you back a little, he looked into your sleepy eyes that were barely even open.

Fre-tels.” your hand pulled away from his strand of now messy curled hair and placed an open palm on his right cheek. “Fre-tels.” he couldn’t help but smile.

 “You want to play the freckle game?” a sleep nod was all he got in return. Crying took a lot out of you. “Start counting then, Princess,” bright green and hazel mixed eyes opened in front of him as your pointer finger from the same hand that was once on his cheek, extended in a crooked way.

One.” the finger landed directly on one of his freckles. He repeated what you did, only his finger landed on your face counting out loud as you did.

Two.” you found a freckle placed on his chin. It was the only one there, all alone in that one section on his perfect face. Only able to be seen up close. He returned with his own second freckle right on the tip of your nose. You giggled a little as he tapped it.

 “Tree.” he made his own giggle as you mispronounced the next number. By the time it was your turn, you were our cold. This game always worked before, looks like nothing changed.

1 Week In

Both your brothers continued switching back and forth on babysitting duty. Cas wasn’t trusted enough to be in charge of a young child so he didn’t get to watch you on his own. Bobby constantly worked at finding you a way out of this mess so he never watched you.

Today was Sam’s turn. Dean had left a few hours ago and the Rapunzel Disney movie you guys had just finished was over.

“Punzel braids.” sitting on the bed with your feet dangling down onto Sam’s shoulders who sat on the ground, you reached for his hair. He must’ve sensed you were going to grab hold because he moved. His head was pretty tender since you’d been de-aged and had an obsession with yanking on it.

No, Y/n. We don’t touch brother’s hair,” he turned around to look at you but was greeted by the biggest set of puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen. “I forgot you learned that from me…”

An Hour Later

“Well it took a week, but we finally found a-” Dean stopped talking at the site of the tangled and knotted rats nest resting on Sam’s head. With a very happy kid sitting behind him making it worse with all sorts of tools: a fork, hair brush, tiny pink clips, a few hair-ties, hair spray, and a straightener you thought was working but wasn’t even plugged in.

“Glad we found a way to reverse this because…I don’t know how much more of this I could take,” the sound of your humming was in the background as he spoke. “By the way, I might need help brushing this out…”

Later The Next Day

You were back to your proper age, everything was normal again. Well….

“I’m so sorry again, Sam…kids huh?” a sheepish smile played on your lips as you set down his salad you’d made.

“Well now when we want him to get a haircut, we know how to make it happen,” Dean walked by, brushing the short hair on his younger brothers full head of hair.

“I swear, I’m getting back at you for this, Y/n,” oh he would hold his promises. And he did a pretty good job too. He had short hair, and you had bright blonde hair instead of your beautiful black natural color. Family problems caused by witches…