You and Dean argued constantly. It was getting on Sam’s nerves so bad that one day he makes you both sit down to do ceramics, a relaxing activity. The purpose was to create mugs of how we feel about each other. Sam had made a bee and butterfly and smiled as he turned his mug to show us. Dean had put a pie on his mug. You turned yours around to show you had painted the words F U and a middle finger. You smile as Dean chuckles. Sam takes a deep breath.

“That wasn’t the point.” Sam sighs.

“It’s how he makes me feel!” You defended.

“It’s beautiful, belongs in a museum.” Dean says holding back laughter.