Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Tickle War

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: fluff, tickle war

Word Count: 519

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Most hunts you're on consist of talking to the victims and witnesses, examining the bodies at the morgue, doing your investigation, and actually killing the monster. However, there are times when you just sit in the motel room and just hang out because you're waiting for a report to come in, or you're waiting for someone else to die as bad as that sounds.

When there is nothing left to do, that's when it becomes almost dangerous for you and Dean. Sam is out sick, so it's just you two tackling the monster of the week case. You two are just enjoying some take-out and watching shitty motel TV when Dean's foot rubs against your side.

You're both sitting at the small table, and Dean has his feet on your chair so he can lean back and relax. He didn't mean to do it on purpose, but there is something you've kept hidden from the Winchesters since the very beginning: you're very ticklish. It hasn't been an issue since this moment, and you're kind of glad that Sam isn't here to witness it.

You let out a small giggle but try to hide it by shoving more food into your mouth. Dean never misses things as he is very observant, so of course, he heard it. He stops mid-chew and looks at you with narrow eyes to see if he heard what he actually heard.

"Was that a giggle?" he asks after he swallows.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about."

Dean moves his foot before you could process it, and he nudges your side once more. The same thing happens, and you giggle.

"That was a giggle," he grins childishly.

"Dean, I know what you're thinking, and don't," you warn.

"You're ticklish," he teases.

"Ugh, I so wish John gave you a middle name because I would so use it! Don't think about it."

Just like always, Dean jumps up to attack you, but you're quick to your feet. You drop your takeout container and fork before sprinting across the room to get away from him. There isn't much to run to in this tiny room, but you're going to try like hell to get away from him.

"No!! Get away from me!!" you scream.

"Come here!" he yells back.

You run around the first bed to get to the second, but Dean jumps over the bed so that he tackles you onto the second bed easily. His fingers immediately dig into your side, and you're completely at his mercy. You screech in laughter, tears are sliding down your eyes, and you're squirming to get away from him.

"Please stop!!" you laugh and cry.

"Do you give up?" he laughs.

"Give up on what?" you say, out of breath.

Instead of answering, Dean lets go of your side and leans down to kiss you. You like moments like these with him because they're full of pure joy and happiness. There are no monsters to ruin what you two get to share.

"You're a dork, you know that?" you giggle as you pull away.

"But I'm your dork."