I wake and stretch, glancing at the two beds where my brothers are both still asleep. They are so peaceful. My eyes settle on Sam's large frame. "Hope you slept well in bed. The couch was just great, thanks." My slight irritation triggers a small revenge plan. It has been a while since I last pulled a prank on him. Dean is in the clear for now; a few weeks ago I did something that he is not going to easily forgive me for anytime soon. But my dear little brother Sammy...
Before either wake up, I search his duffle and find what I am searching for. Retrieving the Super Glue from my own bag (one can never be too prepared for anything), I carefully place a trail of it around the rim of his deodorant and snap the lid on over it.
Once they get up and both grab a shower we head to a small diner we saw on our way into this small town last night. I slide into the booth beside Sam. A few minutes later I sniff loud enough so he can hear. He glances at me and subtly moves a bit further away. I look around then lower my nose to my armpit just for show. Dean teases, "Did you forget to take a shower?"
"No, something stinks over here. Do you smell it, Sam?"
His head snaps up, eyes wide. "What, no, I don't smell anything."
"Well its not me," I shrug, "maybe its from whomever sat here last."
Sam's ears turn red and he stays on the far end of the booth while we eat. As we are heading to the door he goes out of his way to walk beside tables where no one is sitting. When a waiter walks past carrying plates he slips away, leaving a large distance between the two of them.
Dean becomes impatient and calls, "hurry up, Sammy, we haven't got all day for your games."
Sam finally reaches us and motions for us to go out first. He climbs into the back seat of the Impala, giving me shotgun. On the way back to the motel I turn the heater on. It grows very warm rapidly and soon all of us are stripping layers off.
"Can you turn that thing off, (Y/N)," Dean growls, rolling his window down. I notice Sam has left all of his clothes on, including his jacket, which must be swealtering. When he finally does remove his jacket a wave of BO wafts to the front. Dean gags and hangs his head out the window. "Sammy, what is that smell?"
Sam's face is tomato red. "I...I..."
I cannot help it anymore and burst out laughing. Both boys look at me. "Sam didn't put any deodorant on this morning," I gasp.
His mouth is agape. "How did you know... That is not funny, (Y/N)," he growls when the realization hits him.
"It is hilarious," I counter. Dean glances between the two of us confused. "I glued the top of his deodorant on," I explain between fits of laughter. Dean grins, too, and looks at Sam in the backseat.
"She got you good, man."
"Seriously, guys, we're adults. I thought we were over pranking each other," Sam grumbles.
"Nope, never," Dean and I say at the same time.