#ler sam

After being stabbed over seven times, being reunited with your sister, learning horrifying information about your past and surviving the Ghostface killings, it was nice to just…relax. It was hard, Tara still got a lot of nightmares as did her sister, Sam’s scars were still visible and hadn’t fully healed but they were managing. It was a lot easier now that they were together.

Sam couldn’t move back in with her mom unfortunately but, against her better judgement, stayed in Woodsboro for her sister. She was staying in a small house that Tara visited so frequently it was hard to tell if she actually lived with her mom anymore. And deep down, she knew she wasn’t. The girl even had her own room in Sam’s house, upstairs which is where she currently was, fiddling around on her phone aimlessly. Eventually she sighed, too bored to stay on her own as she turned off her phone and made her way downstairs to bother see her sister.

She saw Sam in the living room, watching TV while she was splayed across the couch, like she owned the place (even though she did). The woman’s head was resting on one end of the couch, with her feet hanging over the other. She turned to face Tara as soon as she heard her coming down the stairs, still a little concerned over the girl whenever she saw her, silently relieved to see that she was okay. Tara wordlessly made her way to end of the couch, glancing at Sam expectantly until she finally asked, ‘What?’

‘Can’t you move over?’ Tara asked, though it was more like a smug demand. Sam’s head flopped down to the side, not staring at her sister anymore, finding the TV more important.

‘Nope, physically incapable of moving,’ she smirked to herself, even stretching her body out just a little more just to annoy Tara. Her sister just sighed, glancing at Sam from up to down as a small idea came into her mind. Being the youngest, she was always a victim of Sam’s tickle attacks when she was around and Sam was brutal. She was the most skilled, mean tickler that Tara had ever met, but Tara had never had the chance to get Sam back. Until now, given that her feet were conveniently stretched close to her hands. It was Sam’s own fault really, she thought, for being such an ass about this.

With another, almost frightful glance up to make sure her sister’s eyes were still glued to the TV, she raised her hands and quickly walked her fingers up Sam’s socked feet. The reaction was immediate, Sam bit down on her lip and only let a couple giggles out and yanked her legs back away from Tara’s mischievous fingers. She sat up, staring at her sister with a look that Tara recognised from when she was little.

‘You better start running.’

Was all Sam needed to say for Tara to take off in the opposite direction, speeding up as she heard her sister fly up off the coach. Her heart was already pounding out of her chest at the thought of getting t-worded (no, she’s not too flustered to say it) by her sister again. Despite her head start, Sam gained on her quickly, partly for revenge and partly because she missed tickling her little sister.

Suddenly, Sam’s hands snatched around Tara’s torso as she roughly started wiggling her fingers against Tara’s tummy.

‘Tickle, tickle, tickle!’ Sam teased in a high pitched tone, making Tara’s face go even redder. Why did she have to be a good tease as well?!

‘S-sahahahaham! W-Waihahahah-!!’ Tara tried to plead with her but it fell on deaf ears as Sam’s dexterous fingers only worked on her stomach more and more, playing the girl like a piano.

‘You really haven’t changed a bit from when you were a kid, you have all the same tickle spots, don’t you?’ Sam observed, smirking as she sinked her nail into Tara’s belly button which made the girl absolutely shriek. Tara was bouncing, wriggling and shaking about from side to side but her sister kept a tight grip on her from behind; with all her squirming, Tara’s knees began to get weaker and became too unstable to support her.

Luckily (or unluckily), Sam was still holding onto Tara and slowly, carefully lowered her down onto the ground, face down as she sat on her thighs. Tara began catching her breath, trying to hide her increasingly red face.

‘Tell a lie, I think you’ve gotten even more ticklish,’ Sam cooed, pinching the sides of Tara’s long sleeved shirt and pulling it up gently, leaving about half of her sides bare.

‘N-no, I haveheEHEHEHEN’T!!’ Tara’s desperate cry was cut off by a couple rapid squeezes to that delicate area on her sides, just above her hips. She immediately got squirmy again, smacking her hands against the floor as she tried to buck her sister off of her, to no avail.

‘What was that? Tara, honey, you’re laughing too much for me to understand you, you gotta use your words!’ Sam teased her, which only made Tara lose her voice even more, unable to form a response without stuttering.

‘P-PLEAHAHAHAHAAHASE!!’ She eventually forced out as Sam’s warm fingers began making their way up and down her sides, slipping under her shirt to scratch at the protected, sensitive areas just below her ribs.

Sam just smiled fondly at Tara screeched and thrashed like a maniac, unable to sit still. Her legs bucked and kicked out whenever Sam hit a particularly sensitive spot, which just encouraged her to target that spot even more.

‘This takes me back, you know, back when you were a kid and still afraid of the tickle monster. I think you’re still a liiittle scared of her, given how quickly you went running!’ Sam called her out but was genuinely enjoying herself, and she had a feeling Tara was as well. Sam began squeezing and clawing her fingers up and down Tara’s sides, vibrating against that oh so sensitive skin. Tara’s sides felt like a button that could make her squirm at will.

‘IHAHAAHAHT T-TIHAHAHAAHAHCKLES!!’ Tara screamed, getting a little caught up on the tword, which Sam noticed but decided to take pity on her and not being up. Tara was smiling from ear to ear at this point, her face feeling so, so warm from all of her blushing; her body shook with each bout of laughter Sam’s fingers would send her spiralling into.

‘Now, are you sorry for trying to tickle me?’ Her older sister asked while she scurried her nails up to Tara’s lowest set of ribs, wriggling around right underneath them.

‘Y-YEHEEHEHEHEHEHES!!’ Tara nodded desperately, pushing her arms and legs against the floor as she tried desperately to cope with her sister’s ravenous tickle attack.

The tickling slowed down for the most part as Sam dragged a single finger down Tara’s side, making her twitch and giggle softly. ‘Hmm…you know, I’m not sure if I believe you!’ She said, and suddenly pressed her fingertips against Tara’s hips before drilling into them, scraping her nails against the ticklish spot.

Tara exploded at that, the mostly calm girl immediately began thrashing around desperately to get away from her sister, arching her back while burying her blushing face in her arms.

‘IHAHAHAHAHAAHAH’M SAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHRRY!!!’ Tara pleaded again as tears of laughter pricked in her eyes through all the torment Sam made her endure for just a bit of tickling, looking just about at her breaking point.

Only then did Sam finally get off the girl’s thighs, pulling her shirt back down before standing up off the floor. Tara rolled onto her back and flopped back down to the floor, like a starfish. Tara took in long deep breaths, blinking away her tears as her face finally returned to a normal colour, not a bright burning red.

‘Good, now never try that again!’ Sam smiles happily, turning to leave and right as she was in the kitchen doorway, she heard Tara mumble, ‘..so mean..’

And with that, the tickle monster turned right back around.

‘Oh, I’m mean now, am I?’ Sam said, in a tone Tara also recognised from when she was a kid, meaning that she had fucked up. Sam approached her worn out sister, who tried to scramble back, not getting far before Sam grabbed her right ankle. She pulled Tara’s foot closer, sitting down cross legged on the floor, keeping a tight grip on her ankle as she faced Tara. The girl squeaked and felt her heart nearly stop, curling her toes in a futile attempt to save herself from the tickle monster.

‘Then, why don’t I show you how mean I can be?’ Sam whispered slowly, pinching the tip of Tara’s sock and pulling it off, letting it drop to the floor.

‘nononononono, youdonthavetodothAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT!!’ Tara’s fast, nervous rambling was cut off by Sam scribbling her nails on her arch, letting them scrape and wriggle against the skin.

‘You didn’t think I forgot where you were most ticklish, did I? I mean, you are just one walking tickle spot but your feet always had you screaming!’ Sam grinned widely while Tara thrashed around, a bit more freely this time. She tried to fight back one last time, kicking at Sam with her left foot but that backfired as Sam just grabbed her ankle again. Her big sister quickly got her into an ankle lock, while Tara sat up, a big smile still on her face.

‘Plehehase, you know that’s a b-bad spot!’ Tara begged her, reaching out her hand to Sam.

‘Aw, Tara, sweetie, if your gonna pretend you don’t like this, then you shouldn’t be all smiley and giggly!’ Sam reminded her, instantly making her blush get worse by tenfold. Barely giving her anytime to process, she ripped off Tara’s other sock and scribbled her free hand all over her feet, walking her nails all over then randomly just so Tara had no way of knowing where she’d be going next.

‘I-I DAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!’ Tara tried to lie pitifully but it was hard to be taken seriously when you were a laughing mess.

‘Oh, sure you don’t, little miss giggles! Sure, you always get real squirmy but you never try to get away, you only ran because I told you to.’

Sam called her out as Tara buried her face in her arms, still kicking her legs but her feet wouldn’t budge, save for a few twitched that didn’t get her away from Sam’s fingers. Tears welled up in her eyes again as Sam scribbled at the centre of her soles, not moving to another spot at all. It felt like all the tickles were just building up in one spot, getting worse and worse and worse by the second.

‘FIHAHAHAHAHANE, I LIHHAHAHAAHAHKE IT!! JUHAAHAHAHAST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHPP!!’ The younger flailed her arms all about as tears spilled down her red cheeks, Sam just kept smirking, walking her fingers around Tara’s feet a bit more.

‘I already knew that, but thank you for admitting it! Now, am I mean?’

Sam said with the most shit-eating grin that almost made Tara explode right there, but she still seemed like she could take a little more.

‘NAHAHAHAAH, YOHAHAHAHAUR SAHAHAHAHA NIHAAHAHAHAHAHCE!!’

‘Really? Am I the bestest sister ever in the whole wide world?’

‘YEHEHEHEEHEHEHE, YOHAHAHAHAHAU ARE!!’

San hummed in delight at that, finally removing her fingers from Tara’s death spot and letting her ankles go. Tara caught her breath faster this time, putting her socks back on before Sam changed her mind. The girl began wiping the tears off her cheeks before she felt herself being picked up by Sam. She shuddered a little, but her fears were quickly put to rest as Sam cradled her in one arm, wiping Tara’s tears and brushing her messed up hair into place.

‘Don’t worry, Tara, I’m not gonna tickle you right now, you just seemed pretty tired after that.’ Sam admitted, making Tara smile softly as she clung into Sam.

‘Thank you..’ she mumbled as Sam brought them back to the couch, setting Tara down before sitting right next to her.

‘Just remember, if you try and tickle me again, I will not be that kind.’

Tara blushed and nodded, crossing her ankles. ‘Y-yeah, I weren’t planning on it!’ She smiled a little as she said it, and Sam could see a little bit of mischief in her eyes. Still, she decided not to comment on it.

‘Good, cause we don’t need another little tickle monster running around, I’m more then enough.’ Sam leaned back, as Tara turned to her.

The three of you had been scouring newspapers, online forums, and police articles, and still had no current leads on a new case. Due to this lucky break, Dean decided it would be wise to teach you some more stealth skills.

You had been hunting for quite some time before you joined up with the Winchesters. But, to be completely honest, you were not very good.

You were very intelligent with knowing how to defeat the monsters you were searching for, knowing how to find them, and how to set traps and such. You struggled the most with hand-to-hand combat and being sneaky.

Try as you might to be quiet, but you never could figure it out. You always assumed you could sneak around a building without being detected by the demons or vampires, but soon learned you were very wrong. Worst of all, you were extremely clumsy. You always managed to find the one loose footboard to trip on or open the loud creaky door. Thankfully, the Winchesters helped you through this and had been giving you the proper training.

The past few months of being with the Winchesters had taught you many new skills you could never have dreamed of learning. For example:

-Have a creaky door you have to open? Always carry a can of WD-40 with you to spray on the hinges.

-Have a nasty ghost your chasing and don’t have something iron? Use rock salt in a shotgun.

-Are you clumsy and trip over things a lot? Try hunting with tennis shoes instead of hiking boots since they are less clunky.

All these tips and many more had been extremely beneficial for you. The only thing you still struggled with was being able to sneak around undetected.

Sam had been the first one to bring up the idea of practicing stealth around the cabin. All three of you were eating some greasy fast food when Sam mentioned a little vacation might be nice. The cabin was remote and surrounded by forest which would give you all time and privacy to target practice, exercise, and get some stealth training in.

Dean was hesitant to head to the cabin as he feared someone or something might follow you guys there. But with the help of some anti-tracking spells from a book in Bobby’s library and a warm Apple pie, Dean was excited to train you some more.

The road to the deserted cabin was bumpy, dusty, and long. Dean grumbled the whole time about how dirty his precious baby was getting and Sam finally snapped and told him to take the stick out of his ass. When you finally laid eyes on the cabin, you were pleasantly surprised.

The quaint cabin was actually in really good shape for being vacant for so long. The white paint didn’t look faded and the rooms were only slightly dusty. Just as you had expected, John had painted runes and wards on the walls already, and you found at least 3 Devil’s traps under various rugs.

There was some mouse poop, but that was to be expected. You were most excited about the fact that the cabin had 3 bedrooms. You were grateful to finally have a little privacy from the men.

After unloading the car and cleaning the cabin the best you could, you decided to head to bed early, as it was going to be a full day of training tomorrow.

***

“Time to get up, sunshine!” Dean's voice echoed throughout the small room you were sleeping in. You grumbled and rolled over to check the time right as Dean whisked the curtains open temporarily blinding you.

“Ahh, Dean! What the hell!?” You rasped as you quickly shielded your eyes from the bright sunlight.

“Time to get up! We are burning precious daylight! Now hurry up, or I’ll make you” Dean smirked and wiggled his fingers threateningly in your direction.

You rolled your eyes and hopped out of bed. Ever since the brothers found out you were ticklish, they had been using it against you every chance they got. You usually didn’t mind the playfulness, but when you were once forcefully woken up by tickles, you about killed the two brothers.

After getting dressed and eating some breakfast, you were ready to face the day.

***

“Okay listen up Y/n. Today is all about training and learning to be the best hunter you can be. It’s life or death out there, so this is very important”.

Dean rambled on for a while longer about what exactly the day would entail while you just nodded your head in agreement.

“I got it, Dean! I promise to try my best and learn all I can.”

Dean smiled at your eagerness.

“Okay. We are gonna start the day with some cardio. And by we, I mean you and Sam.”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“Then we will spar, learn defensive and offensive tactics, and then to end the day we will practice stalking.”

“Sounds easy Dean!” You teased. “I’ve been really practicing on my stealth skills”.

Dean shot you a sideways glance.

“Yeah. We will see about that. Because if Sam or I hear you, catch up to you, or scare you, there we will consequences.”

You furrowed your brow when he said this. What did he mean by consequences? But before you could ask, Dean clapped his hands to signal the start of the training and Sam pulled on your elbow motioning you to follow him.

***

Sam easily outran you, but it’s not fair when trying to keep up with a giraffe. After stretching and breaking for lunch, Dean took over your training and taught you some easy self-defense moves. You were a quick learner and soon had these new moves memorized. They wouldn’t be of much use against monsters, but if you were fighting a human or demon, they would work well.

As the sun was just starting to get low, Sam and Dean decided it was time to practice your stalking. In order to challenge you, they suggested a round of capture the flag.

Sam hid a red scarf somewhere in the forest and it was your job to retrieve it and bring it back to the cabin. Sam and Dean would be hiding in the forest listening for you. If you were able to sneak by undetected, you would win. But, if one of the brothers heard you, caught up to you, or popped out and scared you, then they would ultimately win and punish you.

You knew the punishment wasn’t something to fear, as neither would ever hurt you, but you still didn’t like the idea of not knowing. The last time you lost a bet with one of the brothers, they had tied you to a tree and left you alone outside for a few hours. At least they allowed you a jacket, but still. You naively believed that would be the case again. But this time, you were committed to winning.

****

So here you were, creeping around the woods looking for a red scarf. You had probably been sneaking around for about 20 minutes so far and saw no sign of the red scarf.

You were proud of how quiet you had been already. The tennis shoes you wore were extremely lightweight, so it was easy to pick up your feet and place them down again softly. Every couple of steps, you would stop, listen to your surroundings and then continue forward.

You heard a slight crack in the distance. Immediately you paused and searched for the origin of the noise. Your eyes darted from tree to tree and bush to bush looking for any movement. Out of your peripheral vision, something scurried down a tree trunk. You whipped your head around to see it was just a squirrel retrieving the acorn it had dropped.

You let out a silent sigh and continued forward. The wind had started to pick up, which blocked some of the noises of the forest and caused your body to be covered in goosebumps.

You continued forward down the trail until you noticed something bright catch your eye up ahead.

About 50 yards ahead, the red scarf was tied to a large boulder. You internally patted yourself on the back and snuck over to the large rock. You had to make this quick because you still had to silently make it back to the cabin to win the game.

Not wanting to dilly dally, you pulled out your pocket knife and flinched at the small noise it made when it popped open. You quickly cut the string holding the scarf and put the scarf in your back pocket.

Just as you turned around and started to hike back, you felt a set of strong hands gently squeeze your neck sending ticklish shockwaves down your whole body. You let out a loud screech and fell to the ground as your body was filled with fear and little giggles.

“Well, that was completely unexpected”.

You quickly turned around to face your attacker to see Dean leaning against the rock with a huge smirk on his face.

“How the hell did you hear me, Dean! It was windy, and I was silent!” You huffed out in a mixture of embarrassment and shock.

“Sweetheart, I almost didn’t. But I heard the click of your pocket knife as you opened and closed it. Didn’t we teach you to never bring a folded-up knife hunting?”

Dammit. Dean was right. They had told you that in times of pure silence, the sound of a pocket knife opening could be what gives up your position. You regret not listening to them now.

Before you could respond, you and Dean turned your heads to the sound of Sam chuckling and running to catch up to you.

“Y/n, you are supposed to be quiet! Not screech for the whole world to hear!” Sam teased as he went to stand next to Dean.

You felt your face turn red as he spoke.

“We really need to work on that. What caused you to yell anyway? Did you see a spider?”

You shot Sam a glare.

“No! Dean jumped out and sca-“ Dean cut you off.

“I jumped out and tickled her Sammy! You should have seen the look on her face! It was hilarious”

“No way! Maybe we should be training her to control that instead !” Sam joked.

You froze at those words and regretted your decision to look back up at the boys. Dean and Sam were eyeing you hungrily as if you were prey.

“What an excellent idea Sammy. I think we should help her learn to control it. Wouldn’t want anything like that happening in the field would we?”

Sam and Dean glanced at you and you knew you had to run.

Without hesitation, you spun on your heels and attempted to sprint down the pathway back to the cabin.

Unfortunately, this was expected, and Sam and Dean caught you in a heartbeat. Dean grabbed you around the waist and wasted no time in rubbing his scruff into the side of your neck. You immediately caved and started giggling as Dean used your distracted state to wrestle you to the ground. Sam was quick to hold your arms above your head as Dean sat down on your hips, rendering you trapped.

Your giggles soon increased as Dean continued his attack on your neck but now with his fingertips.

“Shhh Y/N, you are supposed to be practicing being quiet!” Sam teased as he started fluttering his fingers by your ears, while Dean switched to poking your belly and sides.

“We will make you another deal Y/N. If you can be quiet for 30 seconds of us tickling you, we won’t tickle your armpits. But if you can’t be quiet, well, you know what will happen.” Dean winked at you and motioned for Sam to give you a breather.

You were screwed and both the brothers knew that. You were far too ticklish to hold in the laughter especially since your dam had already been broken.

Without waiting for you to answer, Dean started a countdown.

“ Five, four, three, two, one!”

At number one, you held your breath. Dean started massaging your lower ribs while Sam started fluttering around your ears again. You lasted maybe 5 seconds before shrilly giggles flew out your mouth. Your ribs were very sensitive and Dean 100% knew that. You attempted to wriggle away and buck, but you were completely pinned and at the mercy of the Winchesters.

“Oh, what a shame! Sam, I really thought she would make it. Would you like to do the honors? What a shame it would be if we didn’t help her control her worst spot”

Sam flashed you a huge smile and wiggled his fingers threatening in front of your face.

Your eyes widened and you kicked your feet frantically on the ground.

“No no no! Sam, Dean, this is not fair!! Please. I swear I won’t bring my pocket knife next time!”

Sam furrowed his brows at this and gave you a teasingly disappointing face.

“Really Y/N! That’s how Dean caught you?? You swore to me you wouldn’t bring that knife! You definitely deserve this now!”

Whatever plea you were about to spit out was lost and soon replaced with loud booming laughter. Sam was both squeezing and fluttering his fingers on your underarms and you shook violently trying to escape the feeling.

Dean not wanting to be left out, was now clawing at your belly and tormenting all the sensitive spots that made you squeak.

The brothers tickled you until you were hiccuping and had a few tears fall down your face.

Sam stopped his attack on your arms while Dean moved his assault to your upper ribs. No longer being able to squirm, you laid on the ground and laughed until you went silent.

At this, Dean also stopped his fingers and hopped off of you to give you some air.

Your face was plastered with a huge smile that burned your cheeks.

“Yohouho are both jerherks you kn-now!” You stammered out as you clutched your sore belly.

The men laughed.

“In all seriousness, you rocked it today Y/N. We have both seen incredible growth today. You should be proud of yourself.”

You tried to hide your shock at the compliment you received from Dean, as he wasn’t one to pass them out like candy on Halloween.

“Thanks, Dean. I'm sorry about the knife though, I should have trusted my instincts and not brought it.”

Sam patted you on the back and helped you stand up.

“We are sorry for tickling you almost to death. How about to make it up to you, tomorrow you get to hide in the woods and see if you can catch either of us?”

By being the little sister, it only made sense for you to be the innocent-looking one with the deep dark secret. You enjoyed pranking your older brothers because they never once suspected you. Instead, they would go after each other. You were excellent at playing dumb, so whenever you were confronted, Sam or Dean always assumed your innocence.

Now that you were all going to be stuck together for a couple of weeks, you decided the best cure for boredom was some friendly pranks. You knew exactly what kind of stuff ticked off your brothers, and you wanted them to bicker. You knew it would never lead anywhere serious, but it was hilarious nonetheless.

After you had made breakfast for your brothers, you excused yourself from the table to go read a book. Sam and Dean had allowed you to stop by a thrift store and grab some books, so your bookshelf was full now. Sam had already left the table to go do some research for your next hunt, and Dean was off to go wash Baby. This was the perfect time for a little prank.

You quietly snuck around the bunker looking for something to mess up. That’s when an idea popped into your head. A few months ago, Sam threw a fit because Dean loved to kick off his shoes and leave them in random places instead of neatly stacking them next to the door. Sam always managed to trip on them when he made his way to the kitchen for a late-night snack, so this would be perfect.

You glanced around to make sure neither of the boys were around, and you casually grabbed Dean's boots. You threw them down the hallway and for good measure, you also messed up your boots and moved Sam’s to the other side of the door. That way it looked like Dean had come back inside with rage and messed up all the shoes. It was perfect. Now all you had to do was wait.

****

It didn’t take long before you heard Sam yell down the hallway. “ DEAN! I TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE YOUR DAMN SHOES IN THE HALLWAY!” You giggled quietly to yourself as you peered down the hallway at the scene. “What the hell are you talking about Sammy? I could have sworn I stacked them up” Dean said defensively. Sam was losing his patience at this point. “Well, obviously not Dean! Look at the mess! Did you get angry drunk again last night?” Dean shrugged his shoulders and grinned a smug smile at Sam. “So what if I did? I met this incredibly hot dame last night, and I don’t remember the rest. I’m sure you can fill in the blanks” Dean said with a wink.

You watched as Sam huffed loudly and walked away. Your plan had worked out perfectly. Now to get under Dean's skin.

***

You struck again a few days later. You had been pondering your next move, and it wasn’t until you saw the almost empty bag of coffee grounds when you got another prank idea. Dean worshiped his morning cup of coffee. Without it, he was a grumpy piece of work for the remainder of the day. You also had just noticed Sam drinking some last night. You weren’t much of a coffee person, you typically chose tea as your beverage of choice, so it would be quite convenient for Dean to blame Sam. You casually walked into the kitchen, stole the bag of grounds, and waited in the living room for Dean to wake up.

After about an hour you heard the shuffling of footsteps head towards the kitchen. You peaked out from the novel you were reading and saw it was Dean. He was wearing a blue bathrobe and slippers. Dean gave you a head nod and slurred “ Morning” before going to make himself a nice cup of Jo. You curled up into your blanket as you waited for Dean to freak out.

“ SAMMY IM GONNA KILL YOU!” Dean's angry voice echoed down the halls. Yup, there it was. The moment you had been waiting for. Deans yelling was soon followed by the running of feet and soon after a slammed door. You could hear Sam and Dean's distant voices and it didn’t take long for Sam to grumble out the front door “ I’ll get you a stupid coffee, but I swear I didn’t take the last of it”. You were an evil evil little sister, but it was all done out of love and pure boredom.

Over the following weeks of being stuck together, you had witnessed multiple arguments between your brothers. Each fight was hilarious. Your personal favorite was when you had stolen Sam’s laptop and “ accidentally “ left a tab open for a “ Hot Babe” porn website. Sam went crazy when he saw this and scolded Dean about how he could have let a virus get into his computer. Dean really tried to claim his innocence, but the only other person who used that computer was you, and both your brothers knew that their baby sister didn’t look up stuff like that.

You felt completely unstoppable at this point. You typically weren’t prideful or cocky, but you felt like you were on cloud nine after this subtle prank. That’s why you were shocked to wake up with both your brothers staring down at you.

“ Uhh good morning? Did I miss something? Do we have a case?” You groggily spoke as your eyes adjusted to the scene in front of you. You glanced at your brothers and noticed Sam was holding something in his hand. Shit. You had been caught. You tried to play it cool.

“ Uh, Sam. Why are you holding the salt shaker? Are you making me breakfast in bed?” You joked trying to act innocent. Sam scoffed and placed the shaker on your desk. “Well you see Y/n, I went to use said shaker on my eggs this morning when the lid popped off spilling all of its contents on my breakfast. I just about blamed Dean when I realized we have been fighting an awful lot lately. When I confronted Dean, we came to the conclusion that you had dish duty last night, and was the last person in the kitchen.” Sam spoke calmly as your eyes widened. You had been banking on Dean to have a late-night snack, but of course, he didn’t. Dean spoke up next.

“ I can’t believe our baby sister pranked us! You better admit it was you, or your punishment will be worse.” You scrambled to get out of your bed, but Sam and Dean were on you instantly. Dean instructed Sam to grab your arms while he sat on your legs, pinning you down. You knew exactly what was coming and fought as hard as you could. Dean chuckled.

“ Told ya Sammy. I knew she was still ticklish. This is the perfect revenge for all the trouble you’ve been causing.” You gulped and stopped your fighting. You were gonna need all of your energy to survive this tickle onslaught.

You and your brothers used to have tickle fights all the time growing up. It also seemed to be a good form of punishment. You all enjoyed it to a point, but man, the Winchester siblings were ruthless. Especially when upset, annoyed, or flat-out bored. You were screwed because you were pretty sure both your brothers checked all three of those boxes.

You closed your eyes and waited for them to pounce. But nothing happened. You opened your eyes out of curiosity and regretted it instantly. Dean saw your eyes open and then proceeded to poke and prod your sides, causing you to giggle uncontrollably. That bastard! He waited for you to drop your guard.

Sam must have felt like he was missing out on all the fun because he started lightly brushing his fingertips around your neck and ears. This caused you to start letting out a sequence of snorts and you desperately tried to shake his fingers off by rapidly shaking your head side to side.

“ Ack Sam! Cuhuhut it out! Leave my neheheck alone!” Sam let out a little laugh. “ I don’t think I will! Karma can be a bitch huh?” Sam said this as he trailed his fingers over to your armpits. Right when he was about to dive in, he would stop right above your armpit. His teasing was antagonizing. This mixed with Dean casually squeezing your knees and thighs had you in stitches.

“ Stop with the teasing! I’m sorry okay! Yes, I admit I pranked y’all. I learned my lesson!”

Sam and Dean halted their torture for a minute after you spoke. Once your breathing had calmed down, you glanced over at Sam and Dean. You really wish you hadn’t. They both wore evil grins on their faces. Mercy was not in the Winchester vocabulary.

“ Ah Well. You did apologize, but not soon enough. We want to hear you scream y/n. Just like you made us scream at each other. Sam, you got her armpits? I’ll take her feet. That will get her screaming!”

Dean's words left you speechless. Did you deserve this, yes. But did you deserve your two worst spots being tickled at once? Absolutely not! Your brothers had always been kind enough to only attack one place at a time.

“ Wait a sec! That’s not fair. Dean, Sam?! I’ll do the dishes for a whole month! Please!” You put on your best puppy dog look hoping that they would let you go.

Sam and Dean made eye contact with each other, and then both looked at you. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and the butterflies in your stomach were exploding with anticipation.

Then, Dean winked at you.

All hell broke loose as 20 fingers mercilessly attacked your worst tickle spots. Dean was scribbling his fingers up and down the soles of your feet, scratching at each weak spot. You scrambled for words, but all that came out was an incoherent mess of letters and sounds.

Sam was equally as horrible as Dean. He was rapidly running his fingers up and down your arm, occasionally pulsing into your upper ribs causing you to squeal every single time. The mixture of feelings was absolute torture and tears were streaming down your face. Dean stopped his attack on your feet before gently lifting the hem of your shirt just above your belly button.

“ Ready for the grand finale you dirty rotten prankster?” Dean teased. Sam stopped his tickling and started a drum roll.

You couldn’t handle the teasing. “JUST DO IT DEAN I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE”. Once these words escaped your lips, Sam stopped his drumroll abruptly, and Dean dove in placing raspberry after raspberry all over your stomach and sides. You shut your eyes as the ticklish sensations overtook your body. You couldn’t fight anymore since you were so drained. Your laughter had long gone silent, besides the random snort that escaped. After about 30 seconds of this, Dean stopped and got off of you. You hadn’t even noticed Sam had left to get some water long while you were laughing your ass off.

You graciously took the water from Sam and noticed that both your brothers had wide smiles plastered on their faces.

“ I’m sorry I made you two bicker these last few weeks. I was just really bored and needed some Winchester entertainment”. Sam and Dean both let out little laughs. “ Don’t worry kiddo, we aren’t mad at you. I knew it was you from the beginning. I watched you mess up the shoes, but decided it would be more fun to yell at Dean”.

Dean glared at Sam and lightly punched his shoulder. “ You knew!?? You little Bi—“ Dean was then cut off by the sound of his phone going off. He glanced down and saw it was Bobby and went out into the hall to answer it.

After a few moments, Dean popped his head in the door. “ Bobby’s got a case for us, let’s head out in the morning. Ghost in Nebraska.” Sam went to exit the room with Dean, but you quickly spoke up. “ Wait, guys! I just wanted to say thanks for being my favorite pain in the ass big brothers. We all needed that pick me up. But don’t forget, I do seek revenge, so watch your backs!” Dean rolled his eyes at your last comment. “ Sammy, remind me to tickle the crap out of her again sometime soon. She’s still got some sass in her.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly slammed the door shut behind them. You heard the cascade of footsteps quietly exiting the hallway. You started to pack for your next hunting trip when you noticed something on the nightstand. It was Sam’s cell phone.