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Morgan [Clearcoat]

Anna Koroleva

Senior Environment/Material artist

artstation

Sam had a bounce in his step, and Dean was immediately suspicious; he just didn’t know if it was minor like sneaking vegetables into Dean’s food, or major like—like working for the British Men of Letters. That still rankled.

A few days later, Sam seemed completely normal. Which was suspicious. Dean interrogated him. “Are you sneaking vegetables into my food or something?”

Sam stopped the spoon three inches from his mouth and then put it back in the bowl. “There are vegetables in chicken soup, you know.”

Dean shook his head. “You know what I mean: where there shouldn’t be vegetables, like in zucchini bread.”

Sam quirked his lips. “‘Zucchini’ is literally in the name.’”

“Never mind.”

A week later, Dean woke from a confusing dream. A glance at his clock showed 12:00 exactly. Discomfited, he got up and opened the door to the hallway. Was that a voice? He walked past Sam’s room: empty. The voice got louder as he made his way through the bunker, towards the garage. Definitely Sam.

Dean peered around the entrance. Sam was on the floor in front of Baby, chanting while a brass bowl belched white smoke.

“What the fuck, Sam?!” Stealth abandoned, Dean ran to where Sam was sitting.

Sam just kept chanting and didn’t look up. He reached a crescendo, threw something into the bowl, and a mushroom cloud of smoke erupted, obscuring Baby completely. “There!” Sam declared. He stood up and grinned at Dean, who had stopped two feet away. Was that a maniacal gleam in Sam’s eye?

Dean regretted not grabbing a weapon of some sort. “Are you—is this some kind of possession?” He felt his stomach drop.

Sam (if it were Sam) laughed. “No, not possessed. But look!” He gestured at the car, like Dean should be noticing something.

Dean glanced at the car, but his eyes were drawn back to Sam. “So? It’s the Impala…”

Sam answered, “Right. I guess it wouldn’t be visible. I did a—a spell. It keeps the Impala clean and shiny. You never have to wash her again!” The grin was back on his face.

Dean spluttered. “Uh—you did what? Are you a witch now?”

Sam blushed and then shrugged. He mumbled, “Thought you’d like it…”

Dean felt like a dick. Sam had done something awesome, and here Dean was… “I do like it. I was just surprised.” He reached up and cupped the side of Sam’s face. “This is literally the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Sam brightened then started babbling about the “fall equinox” and one of Rowena’s old spells and how there was another one he wanted to try on the engine.

Dean let him run down and then licked his lips. “So. Should we try it out?”

“Hmm? Oh!”

And now that I’m back and actually looking at the results, apparently neon green won in the end anyway.

So yeah, neon green time! 🪀🧑‍🎤🔫

But now…I got a new question since I have some new items.

Once again, my rule still stands, no matter which one wins by the end of the voting poll, I’m gonna do which ever one is in the lead by the time my nails have the color on them.

1 hour later edit: alright, I’m ready, and I’m doing confetti.

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