Written in a bout of boredom and silliness. Posted in a show of solidarity with CornishGirl. The prompts for this madness (which to be fair, I asked for) from BlueRiverSteel are at the end of this short.

"Effervescent!"

"What?"

"Effervescent!"

"I'm tryingto sleep. Are you having a stroke?"

The light snaps on between their heads, bulb buzzing like a bug zapper. "Oh, my God. You remember how I only got a 790 verbal on my SATs?"

"I don't know, Sam. You say a lot of things."

"It's been driving me crazy for five years, man!"

"WHAT has?"

"The points I missed! I knew it was one of the critical reading problems, but I couldn't figure out what I would have…damn, that was it. That's what the word was. Effervescent."

"I don't think that's a real word. I think you're making it up."

"It means lively. Bubbly. Sparkling. God, I KNEW it. Can't believe I messed that up."

Dean squints at the clock. It takes a few seconds for the bright green numbers to register. "Sammy, it's almost three in the morning. I'm only catching about a third of the words you're saying."

Sam flops back to his pillow. "That's kept me up so many nights. Seriously, man."

"Everything that's going on right now, and THAT'S what's keeping you up at night?"

Sam sighs and runs a hand through his hair, holds his fingers close together. "Dude, I was THIS close to a perfect score."

Dean throws his arms down against the mattress in frustration. "You can have ten points from mine, Sam. I give you the ten points. They're yours. Now you have a perfect score. Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Dean, you didn't even take the SAT."

"Even if I did, I couldn't really give you the points, Captain Literal! Just say you accept my gift of points, and let's go back to sleep. Please! For Chrissake." He rolls over to face the wall, pulls his pillow around his head like a cottony taco shell.

Sam's quiet for a moment, then the light goes out.

Then he snickers.

"Don't you fucking say it, Sammy."

"You're not very effervescent tonight, Dean."

He sacrifices his pillow, flinging it across the room like a very ineffective, fluffy missile.

Prompts were:

Color: Green

Word: Effervescent

Genre: Humor

Season: 1-3