Prank War with Sam Winchester

Nappy Time for Sammy

You've had a huge crush on Sam Winchester since the day that he and Dean saved you from a nest of Vampires. They taught you how to hunt and you have been tagging along with them for about a year now. Little did you know that Sam felt the same way about you. What happens when Dean gets a little too drunk and tells you stories about his and Sam's childhood. When you and Sam are left alone in the bunker for the night you decide to use those stories to your advantage.  

I don't own any of the characters! This is my first fanfiction so sorry if it's bad. Thanks hope you enjoy.

"Sam behind you!" You yelled at Sam. He spun around and chopped off a Vamps head with his machete. 

"Thanks, (Y/N)" He said stowing the blade is his waistband. You nodded and looked to Dean who was cleaning up the mess you guys had made. 

"What do you guys say we hit the bar after I finish with this." Dean suggested. You and Sam nodded in agreement as you both started helping Dean clean up the bodies scattered over the floor. When you had finished you hopped into the back seat of the impala. You drove back to the bunker to change out of your bloodied sweatpants. You chose a skimpy red dress and black heels.  

"Ok, I'm ready!" You beamed as you emerged from your room. 

"Alright, alight one second." Said dean as he sipped a clean t-shirt over his head. 

"Sam you coming?" you asked Sam who was sitting at the kitchen table typing away at his laptop. 

"I think I am going to stay here and see if I can get some sleep. I'm exhausted" He said. You could hear how tired he was. 

"Aww Sammy. Your going to take a nappy well the big kids go out and play?" You teased. He chuckled. 

"Ok, have fun Sammy. I know I will" Dean smirked. He already seemed drunk even though he hadn't had anything to drink since yesterday. 

Your night was pretty bland. You flirted with a few different men. They gave you their number but you lost it somewhere in the bar. Oops. You couldn't focus on any other men. You loved Sammy. You loved his eyes and his smile. And his muscles. But you knew that he could never feel the same about you. You could only imagine what it would be like to. . . A pair of cold hands on your waist  interrupted your thoughts. You spun around to see Dean grinning from ear to ear. He took a seat next to you. 

"You know what I think?" He asked. Obviously drunk.

"What" You said kind of like when a parent is talking to their child. 

"I think you have a crush on Sammm" He held the "m" for way too many syllables. You felt you cheeks grow hot. "And I won't make you admit it. Because I already know it's true." The fact that the chances of Dean remembering this night were very low made you feel better. "I'm going to tell you a story. Ok?"

"Ok" You braced yourself for whatever Dean was about to say. You knew he had no filter when he was drunk. 

"Did you know Sam has a bad fear of clowns? Well when we were younger I would always tease him, actually I still tease him." Dean proceeded to tell you about his and Sam's prank wars from when they were younger. 

You drove the impala home because Dean was in no shape to be driving. After you basically carried Dean to his bed you showered and fell asleep watching Grey's Anatomy. 

Hope you like it so far! Next chapter coming soon. I think this will only be two chapters just to give you a heads up!