Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #121: Drabbles 1

Imagine: inspired by another writer who does this, this is a new series I'm starting in which I do a few scenes that are too short to be full imagines, just a lot of cute fluffiness piled together in one chapter. It's basically a collection of individual scenes that may or may not be connected to each other, most likely not.

A/N: for those of you who don't know, there's an imagine involving James Cordon, the owner of a popular talk show that often has celebrity guests, and one of the games he plays on his show is called Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts where celebrities have to pick between answering insensitive questions like who is your least favorite actor you've been in a movie with or something or they have to eat some really nasty shit like fish eye or something. In the scene that involves this game, you are the celebrity guest playing with James.

A/N 2: This is also where I will be putting a lot of requests that people have sent me but I haven't posted cause I get backed up. I'm not gonna give dedications but if you see your request in here feel free to comment and claim it.

Warnings: language, mentions of blood, maybe some angst and some fluff, gross food

Imma say the age in all will be a default 16, and if I want one to be a different age I'll let you know

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Drabbles #1:

"What the hell kind of hardware store doesn't have red paint?" You muttered to yourself softly, ignoring the obviously surprised look a middle-aged woman a few feet away flashed you as your eyes scanned over the various arrays of spray paint. You'd been sent by your brothers to restock on their trusty demon-trap maker, told you where to go and which color to buy, only they didn't tell you what to do when the store you went to had no red paint in stock.

The thought made you wonder how something like this had never happened before; how the Winchesters siblings had always gotten so lucky as to have red paint readily available at all times. But, there again, was red paint really all that high in demand? You must have broken a few hundred mirrors if the store was out of it, either that or half the population in Kansas had decided that they wanted to make their own demon traps at home: White people deciding their ouija boards weren't enough fun anymore.

And so left the question of what color paint you were supposed to bring home. You thought you'd be able to simply pick a color at random and be on your way, maybe sneak some McDonalds back home and hope Sam and Dean couldn't smell the artificial meat on you, but the longer you stared at the smattering array of paints, the more unsure you were. What if Sam and Dean got angry at you for not bringing red? What if the can you chose was a defect and didn't want to spray? What if demon traps only worked with red paint?

At first you decided to bring home black paint, but the more you thought about it, the less you liked the idea. You couldn't really put your finger on why, but the thought of a black demon trap just seemed a bit too... demony... for you. Winchesters were dark, but not that dark.

Eventually you worried yourself to the point where you were up and willing to drive to a completely different store just to get red paint, despite it being nearly nine at night, when one color in particular caught your eye.

Humor was something never taken for granted by the Winchester siblings. They knew the effects of a good joke, and the effects of an awful one, and despite the fact that most jokes from one sibling came coupled with complaints from the other two, all three knew that humor was something they desperately needed in their life. An edge to take off the edge.

So when you picked up the neon pink spray paint from the bottom shelf; when you popped the lid and sniffed the fumes like it would give you the ability to see the color inside the can, you imagined Sam or Dean slaving over a demon trap only for it to look like a unicorn had puked, and you loved the thought. You imagined some demon being trapped in the pinkness and giving your brothers strange looks; imagined the embarrassment on their faces as they tried and failed to look intimidating, and it made you laugh out loud in the store. The same lady as before gave you another look, but once more you didn't care.