Warnings: language, partial nudity, fluff, making out.
A/N: none of the lyrics in the fic are mine. The 3 songs are Punchin' Bag - Cage The Elephant, The Middle - Jimmy Eat World, Every Other Freckle - Alt J. As always any feedback is appreciated.
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"She's a stone cold straight faced killer and a lover and she once pulled up with another brood who only wants to bruise her take her love and then abuse her." The lyrics flooded through your headphones as you became your own band lying across the back seat of the Impala occasionally busting out an awkward dance move making Sam and Dean chuckle.
"What crap do you think she's listening to today Sammy?" Dean asked his little brother smiling at the sight of you play air drums with your eyes closed.
"You know a lot of her music is really good and I think if you just gave it a listen you'd really enjoy it." Sam replied making Dean scoff.
"You're kidding right? There's nothing good about any of that shit she blasts." Dean would never admit to Sam or anyone for that fact that actually he had listened to your music as you sang along in your room at the bunker but that's mainly because your singing voice was part of his idea of heaven.
In fact, you were his idea of heaven. The way your H/C hair fell around your face or the way that you twirled it around your finger when you were concentrating on research or reading or the way it shone in the sunlight. Even the way you effortlessly detached the head from a vamps body without them even noticing; your eyes were his favourite, the shade of E/C was stunning and Dean loved seeing the rare sparkle of innocence in them when you watched you favourite movie. Everything about you was perfect even your flaws were perfect to him.
He was glad that he was driving along a straight, freshly paved road since he'd just zoned out for a solid 15 minutes. When he looked at you still lying in the back seat he noticed you weren't violently playing the air drums and were this time lip synching.
"It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride, everything, everything will be just fine." You really connected with those lyrics since you'd started hunting no matter how bad things got it would always get better especially with Sam to talk to and Dean to, well Dean to be Dean.
Dean was always a bit weird around you from the first time he saved your life, you tried not to be weird around him too but you couldn't help it you were in love with him. You hadn't realised at first but as soon as you moved into the bunker it was crystal clear that you loved him.
You'd always felt a strong connection to Dean, almost like there was some unknown force drawing you towards him. But he didn't feel the same way, you thought he saw you like a little sister. All you could do was fantasize about the man you love and hope that one day things could be different between you two.
"Hey chunk, how far out are we? I might have a nap." You asked Dean with the nickname you gave him for no particular reason. You called Sam sausage and Dean was called chunk, not because he didn't have perfectly chiselled abs but because you knew he didn't really care for nicknames and that was the only one that seemed to have an effect on him.
"Not too far 'bout two hours I'd say." Dean replied suppressing the giant grin that was dying to show itself.
"Then y'all had better be quiet for an hour and a half. But you got to wake me up when we're 30 minutes away." You chuckled out pulling the plaid, wool blanket that was folded in the foot well over you closing your eyes putting you earphones back in quickly dozing off.
Dean was fully focused on the road until you fell asleep and not a word was said until Sam sighed loudly breaking dean's intense concentration.
"Dude, when are you going to say something? The tension between you two makes the air hard to breathe in here." Sam stated earning a confused look from Dean who looked over in the rear view mirror to make sure you were still asleep.
"Say what, Sam? What do I say to a girl that perfect who only sees me as a friend. Besides she'd never go for a guy like me, you're way more her type. You look more like those dicks she leaves the bar with." Dean answered his brother quietly, trying not to wake you up.
"Gee thanks, but trust me man, she's into you, you might not see it but the way she stares at you, it's- it's how I used to look at Jess. She loves you man, you're just too blind to see it." Sam looked down at his hands at the thought of his dead girlfriend feeling the hole shaped like her in his heart twinge. Dean sighed and focused back on the road.
Dean rested a hand on your shoulder over the seat and he shook you gently causing you to stir. "Hey kiddo, we're half an hour away from home." Dean spoke softly, smiling as you groaned.
"Thanks chunk." You smiled sitting up blissfully unaware of the conversation Sam and Dean had while you were asleep. Your smile grew when you thought of your dream about having a normal apple pie life with Dean; you smiled again when you thought of having the exact same life you had now but sharing it with Dean, you thought of the occasional night you had to share a motel bed with the eldest Winchester and his gentle snores and his morning hedgehog hair the feeling of waking up next to him made your heart swell and your cheeks burn pink.
"I want to share your mouthful. I want to do all the things your lungs do so well. I'm gonna bed into you like a cat beds into a bean bag. Turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet." You sang along to one of your favourite songs while you showered after returning to the bunker. Dean stopped and listened smiling as he was walking past the bathroom then he heard the water turn off and panicked in case you caught him listening to you so he set off running down the hall slowing to a walk when he was far enough away that you wouldn't know.
Dean rounded the corner into the kitchen grabbing a beer from the fridge as soon as he un-crouched from getting his beer Sam shut the fridge door.
"I am going to go out for a couple hours and when I'm out you are going to put your pride aside for a while and talk to Y/N about how you feel because I can't take anymore longing stares or tension." Dean stood there in shock without a chance to reply as Sam had already left.
You snook into the kitchen and slipped your hand between Dean's ribs and arm to grab the bottle out of his hand without touching him. The second it left Dean's hand he spun around and had you pinned against the fridge, your bodies pressed together as your giggles and immature smile faded into something different. Neither of you moved, you stayed exactly how you were, staring into each other's eyes for what felt like forever. You had to look down to avoid the urge to kiss his pink plump lips. Dean noticed you look away from his gaze and eased up away from you. He turned and started to walk away.
"Dean wait." You reached you hand up and grabbed his arm "oh wow." You muttered under your breath as you felt the muscle under his henly shirt which made him smirk.
Dean sighed "Y/N I need to talk to you." He looked into your eyes and your hand dropped from his arm.
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, please don't hate me I don't want us to be weird. Oh chuck, don't tell Sam about that, he already thinks I'm desperate for you, I mean he's not wrong but if he knew he was right he'd have my life litera- Dean what are you laughing about." You spoke quickly wishing he wasn't still pushed against you, so close you could smell him; he smelled amazing like leather and whiskey, coffee and pie and- and home. You smiled breathing deeper.
"Why do you assume no one can have feelings for you? If I'm completely honest if you hadn't looked away I would have kissed you." Dean admitted.
"I could ask you the same thing chunk." You smiled up at him breathing a laugh while you stared into the depths of Dean's heavenly green eyes allowing your gaze to flutter to his lips that were parted ever so slightly.
"Can I- can I kiss you?" Dean leaned closer so his forehead was resting against yours. You gathered the strength to bring a hand up to rest on Dean's cheek pulling him slowly towards you.
"That is the best idea I've heard all day." You allowed your lips to brush his as you spoke and that was all it took for Dean to wrap his arms around your waist and press his lips against your softly, no tongue just his lips moving against yours. Then he pulled his lips away from yours prematurely causing you to whine at the loss of contact.
"Hey you wanna make Sammy uncomfortable? He went out so I'd have a chance to talk to you alone, said he'd be back in a couple hours." Dean asked you keeping one hand on your hip and rubbing the back of his neck with the other.
"What are you proposing Winchester?" You smirked at him mischeiviously.
"Wanna go make out in Sam's bed?" He asked mirroring your smirk.
"Let's go!" You exclaimed excitedly pulling Dean's hand towards Sam's room. Watching as Dean pulled out his phone and start typing. "What are you doing now chunk?"
"Just texting Sammy that it's safe to come back and that I found his secret Netflix addiction in his room." Dean replied coolly donning his evil smirk.
"Dean Winchester you must be after a girls heart." You flopped on Sam's bed pulling Dean with you as soon as he sent the message and dropped his phone in his pocket.
The pair of you lay there for a minute getting comfy so Dean was lying on top of you, you pulled his shirt off so he was in his jeans as Dean pulled yours off too leaving you in shorts and a sports bra.
Once you were comfortable and half naked with your shirts littering Sam's floor Dean pulled out his phone and read the message from Sam aloud. "Why are you in my room Dean, get out! I'll be there in 10!" Dean chuckled and put his phone back in his pocket and then started to lean down on you making sure he didn't crush you but applying enough weight to trap you there not that you'd want to be any where else.
Dean quickly started his attack in your mouth. It was fast, all tongue and teeth, small moans and grunts flowed out of your mouths. By the time Sam barged in you were out of breath but the shock of the door hitting the wall startled Dean and he accidentally bit your lip a little too hard drawing blood.
Fully aware that Sam was there watching, Dean pulled back just a touch and licked the blood from your lip as he stared into your eyes. Dean pushed himself up just enough to show Sam your small form.
"Dean what the hell are you doing?!" The second Sam saw you his face changed from anger to shock. "Y/N what are you doing? Also where is your shirt." You giggled as Sam looked away to avoid staring at the exposed flesh of your chest that turned into your cleavage.
Dean got off you and you bent down to grab your shirt. Dean got up after you and tapped your bum as you tip toe ran across the room squealing at the gentle touch while blushing at the gesture.
"Oops, uh, 'scuse me Sammy." You winked back at Dean pushing past the taller brother through the doorway into your own room across the hall closing the door behind you feeling the red heat on your cheeks.
You leaned your back against the door, sat down giggling to yourself at the fact that you had just made out with Dean Winchester on Sam Winchester's bed, your oldest living friend and long term major crush.
You hear Sam talking to Dean but you didn't hear much through two closed doors and across a hall. "Okay man I'll be honest, I'm glad you two sorted your shit out but did you have to sort it out on my bed. I sleep in there dude." There was a couple of seconds of quiet where you assumed Dean was talking quietly. "She was half naked under you on my sheets! Did I mention you were half naked too?! I'm so going to get you back for this one Dean. The prank war is back on again, and you are dead." You heard the brothers laugh and the door open so you quickly jumped onto your bed and grabbed a book of some kind.
Your door slowly opened and you looked up from your 'reading' to see Dean. "Hey sweetheart. Interesting book?" Dean turned his head and upper body so his head was upside down so he could read the title of the book you were holding upside down. You blushed and looked at the pages hiding your face in the book. "How much did you hear?"
"Well I mainly heard Sam talking, he did sound uncomfortable at the fact that we were half naked in his bed." Your devilish smirk returned. "Also the prank war has returned and I want in but I wanna hide it from Sam for a while so I can get him good and blame you." You beamed making the apples of your cheeks show and your dimples shine. Dean's heart melted at the sight of you being smug and planning something wicked.
You and Dean then deduced the best plan to prank Sam; you called it operation fucking brilliant. Phase one included gathering some sexy lingerie and a pair of Dean's jeans, a t shirt and a pair of his boxers.
Phase two meant going on Dean's laptop and finding a porn video that was loud and sounded realistic so you could play it and it would be heard through the whole bunker, you made Dean handle that part.
Then phase three, you told Sam everyone was out of bathroom supplies. This meant he would have to go on a supply run into town which bought you and Dean some time to set up phase four.
Phase four was the most fun part, you and Dean basically wandered around the bunker making out and dropping layers of clothes, sourced in phase one, towards Sam's room dropping the lingerie and boxers right by his door. You then texted Sam and found out how far away he was and played the porn video when he said he was close.
Phase five meant you and Dean had to stash cameras around the bunker to catch his reactions from a secret hiding places known as Dean's wardrobe.
"I just heard baby's engine in the garage! Quick play the video, play the video!" You whisper shouted at Dean knowing he would tease you for asking him to play a porn video that excitedly but that was a problem for later. Once the video was playing you and Dean sprinted into his room and hid in his closet watching the live video feed from all your secret cameras on your iPad focusing on the front door.
"What the- Dean I've told you a thousand times do your own.. damn.. laundry.. what is that noise." Sam trailed off as he walked towards his room stopping dead in his tracks when he saw dean's favourite jeans in the corridor. That was the exact moment he recognised the sound playing from his room. "Oh shit, YOU TWO BETTER NOT BE FUCKING IN MY BED OR I SWEAR TO CHUCK!" You struggled to hide your giggles as Sam shouted along the corridor.
Sam saw your sexy lingerie just outside his door and burst in expecting to find his brother naked in his bed with you but was very confused when the room was empty and the only thing out of place was Dean's laptop playing the video and a piece of paper that read "turn around."
"What the-" Sam turned slowly and the second he was facing into the corridor Dean smacked him right in the face with a pie tin full of shaving foam. After the tin fell to the floor and Sam wiped his eyes you attacked him with as many different types of glitter your hands could hold.
Dean fell on the floor from laughter while you took photos of your best friend covered in shaving foam and glitter.
Hours later, after Sam forced you and Dean to tidy up the mess you had both made and the hall was spotless again, the three of you sat together in Dean's man cave on a large cushiony sofa. You lay most of your body on Dean enjoying his warmth and comfort and protectiveness; you lay your legs over Sam's thighs while he scrolled through Netflix to find a movie for you all to watch.
This wasn't anything how you saw your life being when you were 7 years old and running through muddy fields in princess dress up and trainers, but hell, right now you wouldn't change a damn thing. Dean mustered up the courage and asked you to be his girlfriend eventually, Sam called off the prank war for the special occasion that his brother grew the balls to ask you to be his girlfriend and after you said yes the three of you got drunk and had a hilariously embarrassing night in.
There was not a thing you would change about your life right now; you wouldn't get rid of the monsters or hunting, you wouldn't stop singing for the boys once they'd told you how much they loved it, and you definitely wouldn't trade waking up next to Dean in the morning and seeing his precious hedgehog hair and the peaceful look on his face.
Your life was perfect as long as those bastards didn't stay dead.
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A/N: Just another gif that inspired me to write the prank scene 😂😂.
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