#spnatural

“It was the heat of the moment, telling me what your heart-”

I sat up suddenly, freaking out.

I looked at the radio. It was Tuesday. My panic level was rising. If-

Dean came out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth. “Two in a row!” He was snorting. “The look on your face- You look terrified, man.”

I got up, glaring at him and gritting my teeth. “It’s not funny. If we really were back in that time loop, you could die right now, choking on your toothbru- Wait... You're brushing your teeth.”  I started cracking up.

"And?" He kept brushing.

“So much for two pranks in a row!”

Dean looked confused, turned around, spit his toothpaste out, and yelled, “Sam!” He stalked out of the bathroom. “Sam.” His voice was quieter, trying to compose himself, while I was still laughing. “Why are my teeth-” He tightened his jaw. “Why are my teeth purple?”

I stopped laughing and smirked. “It’s called food coloring, Dean.”

“You put food coloring on my toothbrush?”

I frowned and shrugged slightly. “Um, yeah?”

“So I’m gonna be walking around all day long with-" He made a face again"-purple teeth?”

“It’s glow in the dark too.”

“Perfect. Just perfect.” Dean shook his head and threw his hands in the air. “And now I have to get a new toothbrush too.”

I got up. “We gonna go eat?”

“Yeah... I’m gonna go eat with purple teeth,” he grumbled while pulling on his jacket. “Somebody’s gonna say something about it.”

I grabbed my laptop, opened the motel door, and walked out to the Impala to avoid Dean’s complaining, laughing again.

Sitting at the diner, I read out loud to Dean as he ate his sausage and eggs. “‘Summer 1937, Lance Grander was found drowned in Jansen’s Pond.’ Says here that the cops thought it was an accident. But check this out. The guy who drowned last week? James Dannigan? He was the grandson of Austin Dannigan, the guy said to have been with Grander just a little before Grander died. The police refused to look into it though, because Austin Dannigan was one of the richest and most powerful men in the-”

I stopped reading when I heard a little girl whispering to her mom as they walked past our booth. “Mommy? Why does that man have purple teeth?”

The woman glanced at Dean. “Shh… I don’t know, sweetie. But don’t say things like that out loud. You might offend…” They walked out of earshot.

“Gee, thanks, Sammy.”

Dean took a bite of his food and a swig out of his bottle. I watched him while I ate my burger.

Lance Grander’s bones were salted and burned, and we were having a late dinner on the way to our next job, down in New Mexico.

“Geez, this food is spicy.” Dean sipped some more of his drink.

I held in my laughter and almost choked on my food.

“Since when are bacon burgers this friggin’ hot?” He grabbed his bottle and downed at least half of it. His face was turning red and he was coughing and gagging.

I was laughing now, not even trying to stop. He was so occupied he didn’t even notice. He reached for his bottle again, but I decided to have mercy. I grabbed it and put it down next to my plate.

“Dude. I’m dying over here. Give me my drink.”

I shook my head and called a waitress to our table. Attempting to talk without snorting, I asked her, “Can you bring my brother here a cup of water- No wait. Milk would be better.”

She nodded and walked off in the direction of the bar.

I looked back at Dean. He was still choking and coughing. I smirked, trying not to laugh again.

Dean glanced up, starting to look suspicious, as the waitress brought a glass of milk to our table. He chugged it down and set the cup on the table, glaring at me. “Son of a bi-" He coughed again. "What did you do, Sam?”

I laughed. “I paid a waitress to put the spiciest thing she could think of into your drink while you were in the bathroom. I think it was some kinda chili powder.”

Dean kept glaring, as he signaled to a waitress for another glass of milk.