Series: Four Shades of Nail Polish Dean Hated, and the One He Kinda Liked.
Title: Revlon's Ultra Violet, or The Stain on the Backseat of the Impala
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-13
Disclaimer: Joss owns Dawn and Faith, Kripke owns Dean and Sam. The make-up companies own their polishes.
Series Summary: As the title says, Dawn tries to paint Dean's nails five times...cough
Part Summary: Day-glow purple with pink-y undertones - and now marring Dean's Baby.
Words: 407
A/N: Ironically, it's the shade I'm wearing right now...after I went digging through three shoe boxes full of polish to find it.

Four Shades of Nail Polish Dean Hated,
And the One He Kinda Liked.
Revlon's Ultra Violet or
The Stain on the Backseat of the Impala

The second time he'd passed out in the backseat after a grueling hunt, he'd put his feet on her lap, stretching out as best he could in the confined conditions. Dawn pushed his feet off of her three times before giving up the fight. She was trying to mellow down and resisted the urge to stab Dean with her nail file. When he dug his heel into her thigh there was no way in hell she was gonna left him get away with it. Hitting him wouldn't do much, and only encourage him to put his feet on her again. Faith and Sam had stopped the car for a few minutes to switch places so Sam could rest a little.

To be fair, she'd warned him. The last time he annoyed her, she'd gotten a full hand painted. The toes were getting it this time. She slipped her hand into her purse and rummaged around for a few seconds before she found the right one. She waited until Faith started the car again, before pulling his sock off.

"When a problem comes along, you must whip it," Dawn sang along quietly to the Devo song on her mp3 player as she pulled the brush across his toenails so the strokes were even and the cool liquid avoided his skin.

She was halfway through the second coat on his left foot when Dean kicked her hand. The brush popped out of her hand and hit the seat before falling on the floor, leaving a violet streak and small puddle on the floor.

"Shit," Dawn muttered, carefully reaching down to get it.

"Dean's gonna kill you, D," Faith chuckled from the front seat.

"Well, I guess you'll have to get another watcher then," Dawn retorted, her fingers plucking up the brush.

"Where the hell is my sock?" Dean growled.

"Twenty bucks and a month of no Buffy-calls if you stop the car now, Faith," Dawn hissed, twisting the cap back on.

"Two months."

"Fine!"

"Why the hell are you driving my baby?" Dean yelled as Faith hit the brakes, and Dawn pulled herself into the front seat.

Sam jerked awake as Dawn crawled over his lap and quickly out the passenger door. Faith only smirked at his confusion. Dean wasn't watching the great escape, because his entire face was turning red as he noticed the purple stain on his toes, foot and his baby's backseat.

"Sammy, move your ass now!"