oh god my face is stuck on a grin


You cranked the volume in the Impala and were already grinning before Sam jolted awake, flailing and knocking away the plastic spoon you had stuck in his mouth.

“What the hell!?”

You continued to laugh heartily. “Oh my God! Your face–Sam. Your face was priceless,” you said.

He was giving you an annoyed stare. “What the hell is this? First the glitter in the body wash, and then the–” he cut himself off and his jaw clenched more tightly. You gave him a wide, goofy grin. “You’re reusing all of Dean’s old pranks on me.”

You laughed again to yourself. “I figured it would annoy you more since you’ve already fallen prey to them before…”

“You’re dead. I’m serious. When we stop, I’m going to kill you dead,” Sam said.

“Aww, come on, Sam! It’s just a little bit of fun to keep me occupied while we’re on the road. No hard feelings…”

Sam shook his head. “Yes hard feelings! Hard feelings that will be directed at you. And Dean. I’m going to kill, Dean.”