A/N : Inspired by the kick ass @iflostreturntosteverogers <- go follow her, she writes too..
SPN Fluff Bingo 2019 Masterlist.
“Be good for Bobby, boys.”
“They always are.”
Barely two hours later, the boys were playing out in the yard with gloves, a bat and a ball. Sam couldn’t throw for the life of him, couldn’t hit the ball either, though they kept trying. It gave them something to do. But then Sam was getting frustrated, so Dean made him a make shift T to put the ball on.
“Swing with everything you’ve got, Sammy. Line up with the ball, pull back, and swing like a ghoul is about to eat your face off.”
Sam nodded, quiet focus as he lined up his bat, pulled back, lined it up again and looked to Dean. Dean urged him on, then rolled his eyes when Sam was looking at the ball again. This was easy for Dean, he’d had time with John when things were normal and he'd had a little plastic T-ball set as a toddler. Sam never had that. So now Dean was teaching him. Another quick glance to Dean, and Sam swung with everything he had.
“You did it!” Dean yelled, and seconds later there was a crash that made both kids freeze, eyes wide.
“Boys!”
“Run, Sammy!” Sam dropped the bat, gloves forgotten by the stairs as both boys took off running in opposite directions towards the back of the house.
Bobby came storming out, ball in hand and he was far from pleased about it having gone through his window. “Do not make me hunt you boys down! You’re cleaning up this damn mess!”
Five minutes later, Sam and Dean were both ducked down low in an old car on Bobby’s lot. They could hear him but Dean wasn’t chancing a peek to see where he was, not yet.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
Sam shifted, peeking out from the back window, but Dean was quick to yank him back down, finger to his lips and a silent ‘shh’.
All of a sudden, the door by their feet was jerked open. “Got ya!”
“Run, Sammy, run!” Dean shoved the opposite door open, and both boys scrambled out, running and laughing.
“You can’t run from me forever, boy. You’re bound to get hungry some time.”
“I can try!” Dean yelled back with a laugh.
Dean got caught trying to sneak into the house for food when Sam complained he was hungry. Sam gave up as soon as he saw Bobby standing there holding Dean by the collar of his shirt. Dean cleaned up the glass, then the boys helped Bobby board up the window until he could get it fixed. As soon as they were done, Bobby put food on the table and both boys scoffed it down like they’d never eaten before.
“How about I help teach Sammy baseball, and we play somewhere else this time.”
“Are you going to tell Dad we broke your window?” Dean looked almost scared.
“Accidents happen, kid. Just don’t let ‘em happen again.”
Bobby had set them up a safer distance from his windows, complimenting Dean on his makeshift T, and soon, Sam was hitting the ball every swing. But when they took the T away, he was still having some trouble.
“It’s okay, kid. It takes practice.”
“Can you hit a ball, uncle Bobby?”
Bobby froze for a minute. “Use to be able to. Not so sure anymore.”
“Try!” Sam grinned.
“Yeah, give it a try! I’ll pitch!”
Bobby hadn’t seen a smile that big on Dean’s face in a while, and he couldn’t bare to say no to it. “Yeah, alright. You been practising your pitching?”
“Yes, sir. Whenever I can.”
“Alright.” Bobby tossed the ball over to Dean before discarding his own glove and going over to Sam. “Get your glove, Sammy boy. You’re going to be my catcher.”
“Kay.” Sam handed over the bat and ran for his glove, still by the stairs from earlier, and hurried back. “Ready!”
“Ready?” Dean asked.
“Lay it on me, kid.” Bobby got himself into position. “Here’s hoping I can still do this.”
The first pitch, Bobby swung and missed, and Sam had to run off to catch it. The second one, Dean was off and it hit the car a few feet behind Sam. “That one’s my bad!” he called out, catching the ball with ease when Sam threw it back to him.
Third pitch, Bobby swung, and both boys watched with wide eyes and mouths open as the ball headed for the house and smashed through Bobby’s kitchen window.
“Balls.” Bobby cursed.
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Pairing : John x Reader, Weechesters, Bobby x Daughter!Reader
Word count : 501
Prompt : Holiday Prompt #12 - Your OTP gets in a snowball fight
Warnings : A fun time for those little Weechester rascals. Reader was adopted by Bobby as a child, and is now a full grown adult. The relationship with John is on the down low because Bobby would not approve.
“Where’s dad? Are you sure he’s coming today?”
“It’s what he said.”
“Dad lies.” A six year old Sam glared.
“Dad doesn’t lie, Sam.” Dean snapped.
“He always lies about when he’s coming home. What if he went to meet Uncle Bobby instead, did your dad say-”
“Boys!” You cut in before they could continue arguing. “He should be here any minute, now get into position. He called from a town over. I promise, he’ll be here.”
Sam nodded and looked up to Dean. “Our spot is over there.” Dean pointed across the yard to a shell of a car. “I’ve got like a hundred snowballs ready and waiting, Sammy. He’ll never know what hit him.” Sam finally smiled, for the first time since hearing his dad was on the way, he smiled and ran with his brother across the lot to the little fort filled with snowballs they’d spent all yesterday building.
It was somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes when you heard the first signs of the Impala coming. You saw the boys faces light up across the yard before they ducked down and hid. The plan was simple. You distract, the boys go in for the kill.
As soon as John Winchester stepped out of his car, you hit him with the first ball. And then a second, and a third. It was when the fourth one hit him that he spotted you. “Seriously!?” You just grinned and launched another, he turned, and it hit him on the side of the head. “Oh, that's it!”
You yelped, grabbing what snowballs you could as John ran after you with a big grin. You bolted from your hiding spot, tuning from time to time to send a snowball his way. Snowballs he dodged with ease as he, caught up with you.
You yelped as his arms wrapped around you and swung you around until you both fell in the snow, John smiling from above you. “The boys?”
“They're around.”
“They been good?”
“Always are.”
“Bobby?”
“Left with Rufus two days ago.”
“Expecting him home soon?”
You shook your head. “Not for a few days.”
“Good. Then I can do this.” He ducked his head down and his lips pressed to yours, slightly parted and taking your bottom lip between them.
You felt the snow starting to hit you, balls of it pelting down on John. He pulled away with a slight glare. “Tsk tsk. I can't believe you fell for the bait.” you teased.
He looked over and his two boys who'd paused their assaults to grin at him. “Boys…” John's voice was a warning, but the boyish spark in his eye was all playful.
Dean straight his back. “I'm gonna tell uncle Bobby that you kissed Y/N.”
“Oh, no you won't!” John got up off of you to chase after his boys who were laughing and running from him.
“You're gonna be in trouble!” Sam sang as he ducked past John to follow his older brother to safety.
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Warnings : Weechesters (Sam 6- Dean 10), minor injury to reader, cuteness.
Square filled : First time.
Written for : @spnkinkbingo
Part 1 of A Series of firsts.
SPN KINK BINGO MASTERLIST.
Dean was up in his tree house reading comic books. You stood at the base looking up. Dean just stuck his tongue out at you before moving back to where he had been sitting and reading, out of your sight. That tree house was where he went when he wanted to get away from you and Sam. Sam was just starting to be able to climb up, but so far, you hadn’t gotten past the fourth rung before crying until John came running to get you down. You were always so afraid to fall.
With a huff, you started up. Once your feet hit the fourth rung, you glanced down and bit your bottom lip, nails digging into the pieces of wood nailed to the trunk. What you hadn’t noticed, was Sam watching intently from the porch, wondering if you’d call for his dad again, or if today was the day you finally made it up. And what would happen when you realized you’d have to climb back down. He smiled to himself when you turned your attention back up, and continued.
You got one foot secure on the 5th rung, and reached a hand up for the next one, when you slipped. Your eyes watered and went wide as your feet kicked and you tried desperately not to fall.
Sam ran, quick as he could and called out to Dean who peeked out just as your fingers let go and you fell. “She okay?” Dean’s face was full of worry as he hurried down the makeshift ladder.
You cried as Sam held your hands in his. “She’s bleeding, Dean.” He looked up at his big brother and showed him your hands, palms scraped and bleeding. Dean glanced down at your knees, dirty and scrapped as well.
“I’ll get mom.” Dean ran for the house.
You sniffled and Sam ducked his head. “It’s okay, just a scrape. I’ve got one too, see?” He shifted so you could see his knee, a big bandaid covering it. “‘Member, dad was teaching me to ride my bike yesterday and I fell?” You nodded. “Scraped my hands too.” He showed you. “And my elbow. That one hurt most.” He laughed, hoping you’d smile.
“I wish I was big.” You looked up at the tree house.
“You’ll get big.” He told you softly as Mary came hurrying out behind Dean with a first aid kit.
“Oh honey, you tried to climb it again?” Mary knelt in the grass next to Sam and took a look at the damage.
“She got to the 5th one this time.” Sam told her proudly, and you looked at him and the smile on his face.
“Wow! That high! You’ll be up there with Dean in no time, I bet.” She smiled. “I never go past the third.” She told you in a whisper.
Once you were cleaned up and Mary was done, she gave you a little kiss to the forehead. “Be careful now, kiddo. If you want to try again, ask John to watch you, just in case you fall. Okay?”
“Okay.” you nodded sadly.
Mary gave you a pat on the head and got up and started back towards the house, Dean in tow, asking if he had to stay down now.
“Feeling better?” Sam asked, and you gave him a shrug. “Want me to kiss it better? Mom kisses my cuts better.” You watched him for a moment before nodding, and he smiled, leaning down and kissed your knee.
“Thanks, Sam.”
He took your hands in his, and kissed the scrapes on the palms. Then, he leaned up and kissed your forehead like his mother had, and you smiled.
“Mom, look.” Dean pointed across the yard, and Mary turned and smiled seeing Sam kiss your forehead.
Sam’s smile widened at the sight of your smile, and after a moment of hesitation, he kissed your lips. It barely lasted a second, and you sat there staring at him while his cheeks turned bright red after.
“Dean? Get the camera.”
“Ew, mom, are you going to take a picture of them kissing?”
“Just get the camera.” Mary almost rolled her eyes, despite the smile on her face.
Dean hurried in the house and found his father in the living room. “Dad, where’s the camera.”
“What do you need it for?” John got up, and started towards their bedroom.
“Mom wants it.” Dean answered and followed his father. “Sammy kissed Y/N.”
“Really?” John turned, and Dean nodded. “Alright. Go play, I’ll bring it to your mother.” Dean ran off and John grabbed the Polaroid camera off Mary’s dresser, then started for the back of the house. “Sammy’s first kiss, huh?” he asked as he came up behind Mary.
She was still smiling when she took the camera from him. “She fell again.” Mary motioned to the tree before bringing the camera up to her eye. “He kissed every last scrape.” She clicked the button and a flash went off. Lowering the camera, she pulled out the Polaroid and handed it to John to set on the patio table behind him to develop. “Then he kissed her.”
“Smooth like his father.” John teased before kissing Mary’s shoulder. “Marker?”
“Mhmm.” She hummed softly. Once John brought her back a thin tipped black marker, she smiled and turned the picture over before she began to write.
Sammy’s first kiss. Summer 1989.
Sam 6 yrs old
Y/N 5 yrs old.
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