My first Supernatural story! Yay!
I'm so excited! *Cue squeal*
Alrighty, let's get this started, shall we?
I don't own Sam or Dean or Supernatural. Nor do I own a '67 Chevy Impala, although I really wish I did.
P.S. This is another reader-insert! Hurray!
"The hell did I just step in?"
The comment seemed to arise often when you were with the Winchester brothers. You don't even remember how many pairs of goo-soaked shoes you had left on the side of the road because Dean would not let them in his beloved Impala. That usually resulted in an argument between the two of you, which eventually led to you throwing your ick-covered shoes at Dean.
However, this time you weren't on the short end of the stick.
It was Dean, of all people. You grinned evilly to yourself as Dean hopped on one foot, trying-and failing-to get the strange substance off of his shoes. It was true; revenge was sweet, even if you didn't plan it.
"Damn ectoplasm!" he hissed. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, which eventually turned into larger laughs. "What's so funny?"
"R-revenge!" you sputtered between laughs. You leaned on Sam for support, since you were laughing so hard at Dean's misfortune.
"This isn't funny! They were brand new! First day I wore 'em!" Your laughs eventually ceased and you wiped a tear from your eye.
"Aw, is the princess upset because she stepped in something?" you teased, using the same baby voice Dean had given you so many times before.
"Stop that, princess!" retorted Dean. Sam came to your defense.
"To be fair, you've done this so many times before."
"Yeah, Dean; shut up and stop being a little bitch." That was yet another comment he had said.
"Let's just kill this damn ghost before I kill you two."
After burning the ghost's remains, the three of you walked to the Impala. Dean still grumbled about his shoes; the ectoplasm caused him to slip while he was distracting the ghost so you could burn the remains. Which, of course, resulted in many more comments from you.
"Shut up and get in the car," Dean grumbled, opening the driver's seat to the Impala. You blocked his entry. "The hell are you doing?"
"No ick in the Impala," you said bluntly. Dean stared at you, mouth slightly open as he tried to think of some rather nasty things to say to you, but none came to mind. "You know the drill, Winchester. Take off the shoes." Dean glared at you but did as he was told.
You smiled as Dean angrily slid into the car with his socked feet. You climbed into the backseat, and off you were.
Sam, Dean, and you walked into a diner. Dean wore Sam's shoes, which were much too big for him. They made a loud clomping sound every time he took a step. "Out of the way, clown shoes," you said, striding past him as you sat at a booth. Sam slid in beside you and Dean sat in front of you.
The waitress immediately came up to take your orders. First Sam ordered, then you, and last was Dean. Just as he was about to speak, you interjected, "He'll have the vanilla ice cream." The waitress nodded and walked away.
"Why'd you order me ice cream?" asked Dean. He hoped this was your way of apologizing to him. You flashed him a smile.
"Because revenge is a dish best served cold."
"Well, if you're gonna get me ice cream, might as well get a slice of pie to go along with it."
Hope y'all liked it! Review, please!