Breathe

"I'd never in a million years think you'd finally come with us!"

She smiled, her hand clamped firmly to the neck of beer.

"I'd never thought I'd get the chance," She laughed, taking a long sip.

Cast and crew were all around, celebrating the end of an episode with a couple of drinks on set. Actually, they had brought the whole bar. It was a night for fun.

Sara sat beside her, nudging her lightly with her shoulder, smiling. An eyebrow arched, Rachel stared at her, looking for an answer. Sara nodded her head lightly, to the person who had just sat down beside her. Rachel smiled at her in question, before turning a bit. Green eyes met her own blue ones, capturing her for a moment.

"Ackles," She threw her bottle in the air, waiting for his.

"Larrowe."

His own glass clinked with hers for a second.

"Nice to see you've joined the living."

She grinned from the brown glass.

"I've been known to do it from time to time."

"And how is my smartass doing today?"

He smirked, his sip quick and light.

"I'm so much better now that I see you don't hate us all."

"Or do you mean just yourself," She laughed, tipping the bottle towards him in a knowing manner.

"You're too good, I have to say."

His robotic response caused her to slap the back of his head.

"I was trying to give a compliment."

"In the most sarcastic manner possible?" She laughed, downing the rest of the glass. He stared at her.

"What? I came here to drink. I'm not going easy tonight."

"We didn't bring any of the worm thingies for the tequila."

She laughed, popping open a Smirnoff.

"So very funny. If you only knew what happened those next days..."

"You were the star in Disney movies with all the animals?"

She smirked.

"No, I was actually married to Bob Saget," She replied, a disgruntled look coming up on her face.

"You're a trooper."

"Or a dumbass, either one will work."