2:59 P.M.
Dean was laying on the couch snoozing when Puck walked through. He made the mistake of sleeping in an open room. Puck smirked and walked out of the room. A few minutes later he strolled back in the room with a purple sharpie in his hand. Puck went to work decorating Dean's face and arms. Man he is going to murder me when he looks in the mirror. Puck starts reconsidering whether or not he should keep going when his thoughts were interrupted. Dean started waking up and Puck froze. Dean looked at Puck, and then the sharpie, and then at Puck, and then at the sharpie. He finally registered what was going on, and his eyes narrowed at Puck. Puck laid the sharpie on Dean's chest. "Hold this for a second, please." Puck stood up calmly and turned around. He did a slight wave and bolted out of the room. Dean sat there for a second, stewing and thinking of ways to kill Puck while doing it slowly and painfully without hurting his leg more.. Sam walked in and took one look at Dean. He busted out laughing when he saw Puck's artwork. Unicorns, rainbows, and butterflies covered Dean's arms. His face was covered by stuff like IDIOT and NOT MOOSE. "Oh Puck is going to be hurt very badly when you see all of you. You may want to go slowly." Sam kept laughing as he went to go find a mirror, some soap, and a rag for Dean.
3:53 P.M.
Dean had been attempting to clean his arms and face for almost an hour. He was definitely going to kill Puck when he got this stupid cast off. Dean gave up on his decorated skin, mostly because it almost hurt more than his leg. His skin was very raw from the constant scrubbing. Daphne walked through the living room to see a very red Dean, from anger and from the rag. "Oh my goodness. Are you okay? What did Puck do this time?" Dean rolled his eyes. "That cocky little a$$ monkey thought that my face was a coloring book and decided to go back to 3rd grade. I am going to RIP his LUNGS OUT!" Daphne sat down beside Dean and put her hand on his knee. "It's okay, Dean. He didn't mean to hurt you. He just likes to have fun, sometimes. Everybody does." She winked at Dean and squeezed his knee. Dean was starting to feel uncomfortable. "Um...yeah. Soo listen. I would be all into this. Head first. But, uh, you are like sixteen. I am thirty-seven. That wouldn't even legal. I am old enough to be your dad. That's just creepy. So yeah. Please don't keep pushing this or, uh, it won't be good." She raised her eyebrows, seemingly unaffected by his announcement. "Okay." Daphne winked at him, gave his knee one last squeeze, and walked away. Dean just sighed and rubbed his face. I'm too old for this crap.
5:25 P.M.
"Time for dinner!" Everybody raced into the kitchen to see what Granny made for supper tonight. Well, everybody except for Sam and Dean. Dean had his arm over his younger brother's shoulder and they were slowly making their way into the kitchen. Once they got there, everybody had already sat down. When Dean walked past Puck, he punched him in the side of the head. "Damn. That hurt my knuckles. Huh." Puck was holding the side of his head and wincing as he put a little pressure on the place where Dean punched him. "That's gonna leave a bruise. Crap." They ate dinner without anymore pranks or anything. Every time Puck looked at Dean, though, he smirked when he saw the, now very faded, drawings in purple sharpie. "If you don't stop looking at me like that, I am going to do more than punch you in the side of the head." Puck just smirked again and looked down at his now empty plate. "Hey! Who took my food?" Daphne just smirked, the same smirk that Puck was giving Dean. "I don't know." She said this as she chewed on her mouthful of Puck's food. "Marshmallow! What are you trying to do, starve me?" Sam, who watched this entire thing, including Daphne shoving all of Puck's food into her mouth at in one bite, just cracked up laughing. When Dean saw what happened he laughed along with his brother. "Ha! You deserved that, Captain Doodieface." Sam rolled his eyes at his brothers nickname for Puck. Sabrina and Puck shared a look of recognition. "That was a name we used to call each other when we were younger. During the war." Everybody was remembering that awful time when the everafters were against each other, and Sam and Dean took that moment to be reminded of the war between Lucifer and Michael. They sat there reflectively for a long while, quiet as a mouse. Until Puck ruined the moment and shouted out that he wanted ice cream. They all just sighed and returned back to the present. "Okay. I want some ice cream, too. Do you guys have Rocky Road?" Sam snorted at his brother's question and then was surprised at the answer. "We can, if you want." Daphne winked at Dean, and everybody raised their eyebrows at her comment. They let it slip this time because Dean just sat there and looked at his hands as if nothing happened. Granny got up to get the ice cream, and rolled her eyes. When she came back she served everybody their ice cream and they all sat there in awkward silence. Daphne needs to get over Dean. He is way older than her, and he obviously isn't interested. Granny declared that she was going to bed and everybody followed her lead. Dean slept on the couch, Sam slept in Puck's room, after he threatened Puck that he would rip of his family jewels if he came near him while he slept. Then they all fell into a deep sleep. Well...almost.
7:04 A.M
Dean woke up with a Sam standing beside the couch. "Dude, who were you dreaming about? You had a look of pure... I don't know. You looked like you were in heaven. Well, without our knowledge of what heaven is." Dean looked at his brother with embarrassment and pretend confusion on his face. "Dude, I don't know what you are talking about." Dean lies a lot. He was dreaming of (insert female celebrity here, doesn't matter who). Dean usually doesn't think about his dreams after he has them, but Sam got him thinking about her. Gosh she was gorgeous. Oh well. Sam can never know. "Right. You weren't dreaming of anybody. Okay." Sam wasn't convinced.
7:48 A.M.
Granny Relda made her special pink pancakes and syrup. Dean devoured his. Sam sniffed at his and pushed them around the plate. Him and Sabrina had similar reactions. Dean, Puck, and Daphne all behaved the same way when it came to Granny's food. Sam and Sabrina made regular pancakes together and bonded on a brother/sister level. Dean watched them and smiled, because Sam seemed to be having a good time. They walked back to the table and devoured their own pancakes. Everybody cleared their plates and walked into the livingroom. They sat down and chilled out for a while, talking about everything that they wanted to. After a while, they sat there in companionable silence, content for the minute. All of a sudden, the phone rang, making them all jump out of their skins. Sabrina got up to answer it. She said a few things and then listened to the person on the other end. She hung up and came back into the livingroom. "That was Charming. He said that there was an ogre that practically blew the diner up. We need to find him and put him in jail. Sam, Dean, do you guys want to come?" Sam looked at Dean and then at his leg. "Well. I guess I can't. This stupid cast on my leg makes it kind of hard to catch gross monsters." Sam looked at Dean, and sighed. "I guess that means I ain't going either. I am staying with Dean." Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, I'm a big boy. I can stay home by myself." Sam looked at everybody else. "I am staying here. Unless you need me to go." Dean rolled his eyes. Sabrina looked around and nodded. "No, you can stay. Everybody else, let's get ready to go." A couple minutes later, all the Grimms, plus Puck, were about to go. "Okay, let's make like a baby and head out." Everybody stood there for a minute trying to understand Granny's joke. They all got it at the same time and a collective "Gross." came from everybody. With that, they were off.
Should I make my chapters longer or shorter or are they good? Please remember to review! I will try to update as soon as I can. It may be about a week between chapters, but maybe more. Sorry!