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And just like that you were traveling with the Winchesters. A few months had passed since that first hunt and, though Bobby was still cautious, things seemed to be going pretty well. Currently you were dozing in the back seat of the Impala, listening to Dean drum his fingers on the steering wheel and Sam snore softly. The past couple of hunts had drained you with Jo making an unexpected appearance to almost get killed by a ghost and then dealing with a series of crossroads related deaths- not to mention the strange stuff going on with Sam. It was anything if not interesting.

You let out a quiet sigh, opening your eyes, which Dean noticed, glancing at you the in rearview mirror, “You alright?”

“Yeah just tired,” you yawned in response.

“Can’t sleep?”

You shook you head and the two of you sat in silence. In truth, you never slept in the Impala. Dean and Sam didn’t know that you had recurring waking nightmares and you’d like to keep it that way. Resting your head against the window, you looked out at the barren landscape and cloudless late afternoon sky before you had a devious idea, “Dean, you still got those extra straws from the last fast food joint?”

He looked at you, narrowing his eyes in suspicion before turning his attention back to the road, “Yeah. Why?”

You chuckled softly, leaning forward to rest your arms across the back of the front seat as you reached out a hand, “Just give ‘em,” he gave you a sideways glance and you added, “Trust me. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Giving in, he handed you the straws and you scooted over behind Sam, careful not to wake him, peeling the wrappers away as you moved. You leaned forward cautiously and gently lifted the sleeping giant's upper lip to slip the straws under it. Sam snorted and you froze, eyes wide, and when he didn’t wake you grinned wickedly. Dean stifled a snicker and you shook your head at him, “One more thing.”

You grabbed a sharpie from your bag and quickly leaned forward again to draw a walrus face on his nose, complete with whiskers, making the straws look like its teeth and then quickly snapped a picture with your phone. You leaned back to let Dean admire your work. He couldn’t contain himself, bursting out in a loud obnoxious laugh which woke Sam, who sat up with a snort. He quickly flapped his hands around his face to get rid of the straws, which only made you and Dean laugh even harder.

He turned to Dean, “Seriously? What are you? five?”

“Don’t look at me,” he managed to respond between laughs. Sam twisted to look at you and you fell into another intense fit of giggles, pointing at his nose- it still had the walrus face on it- until you couldn’t breath. Sam whipped around to look in the side view mirror before letting out a groan and proceeding to frantically rub him nose in an attempt to remove it. You took some deep breaths, trying to quell the laughter bubbling up out of you so you could blurt, “I got you so good, Sammy.”

Sam gave you his infamous bitch face while Dean agreed with you, grinning, “Dude, she pranked you so hard.”

~~~Time skip to the next day brought to you by Leia's sweet buns~~~

You pulled into the parking lot of a local burger joint to get a bite to eat before finding a motel to crash in, the three of you stumbling out of the Impala tired and hungry. Slumping down into a booth, Sam started briefing you on your next case, most likely a Ghost, and you prayed that it was just a simple salt and burn. You seriously needed a day off. You all ordered something to your liking, you and Dean adding on a couple of beers, and Sam continued to go over the facts, “Looks like it’s targeting people in the park after dark.”

“Where again?” Dean grinned, nudging you.

“Why in the park after dark. Of course.” you said in an overly pompous voice as Dean snickered and Sam rolled his eyes, “Can you guys concentrate, please?”

“I would looove to but sadly I have other places to be,” you responded sarcastically, getting up to go to the restroom.
Sam grinned at your back mischievously- he had been plotting his revenge for hours, making you nervous when he didn’t immediately retaliate, and now he had an opportunity.

Dean rolled his eyes when Sam pulled out a bottle of super glue- his brother always went there first, “Really, man? That is the lamest prank ever. Weak sauce.”

Sam gave Dean bitch face number two, “Just hand me her beer.”

When you came back from the bathroom, you knew something was up but played it cool, sliding in next to Dean again, and poked at your food a bit while Sam started up about the case again. Neither you nor Dean had touched your beers yet and in this moment you opted to finish you water. ‘Better to be hydrated’ you thought as Sam watched you drink it, disappointed. Once it was gone, you and Dean finally simultaneously picked up your beers. You took a long swig from yours and then set it back down on the table causing Sam’s eyes to widen and then shift to Dean who was still drinking. Finishing his drink, the older hunter went to set his beer down and found he couldn’t, “Damn it, Sam! I thought you were pranking her.”

“I was!”

You laughed so hard you snorted. You had switched the bottles using a sight of hand when you were messing with your water, guessing at what Sam was planning. Sam was now laughing too as Dean shook his hand trying, in vain, to get the bottle off of it.

“You planned this?” he growled as he shot you an accusing look and you nodded proudly. Dean stuck the pointer finger of his free hand in your face, “You have no idea what you’ve just started. I am going to end you”

“Bring it on, Winchester,” you challenged.

And so the prank war began.