“So…take out, sleepover, braid each other’s hair?” Charlie beamed, looking between you and Sam, sitting on his bed. “Come on guys, research can wait till tomorrow!”
You slammed the book on your lap shut. “I agree. We should have a sleepover.” You turned and faced Sam. “And we should start by braiding your beautiful mane,” you took a brown lock from his forehead and glanced back at Charlie, “meanwhile, you can confide to Charlie and me that product you use to keep it oh so luscious.”
Both you and Charlie burst into laughter at Sam’s annoyed expression. He narrowed his eyes then, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
“You know what? Got an idea,” Sam said, reaching behind him. “A better one.”
It happened too fast. A pillow smacked against your face hard enough to knock you down on the bed. Too surprised to move, you watched as Sam dropped his pillow to clutch his sides, his and Charlie’s laughter filling the room.
“So this is how it is, huh?” you said, propping up on your elbows. “You’ll pay for that, Winchester.”
Sam got up from his bed, picked up his pillow and extended his hand to signal you in a come-hither motion. “What are you waiting for, Y/N?”
“Dude, yes!” Dean had walked by the bedroom and stopped when he saw what was going on, an excited look on his face. “Pillow fight!” Using his hunter’s skill, Dean swiftly got his hand on another pillow and hit Charlie with it, who hadn’t seen him coming.
When Castiel finally showed up, the four of you were entangled on Sam’s bed, trying to hit each other with what was left of the pillows. Charlie stuck her head up and smiled at the angel. “Cas! We were waiting for you!”
The angel took you all in and furrowed his brow, a concerned look on his face. “That’s inappropriate.”