SPN One Shots... (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo (Wiccan!Reader Part 1)

Warnings: language, hurt!reader, fluff

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Followed by Bubble, Bubble, Bath & Trouble (Wiccan!Reader Part 2)

"Y/N," Dean called through the bunker after stopping off at your bedroom and finding you weren't there. The comforters on your bed were all jumbled up so he knew you couldn't be far. "Y/N?"

"Ugh... Get your feathery ass back here! Just stop moving would you... Don't make me chase you! Get down here!" Dean heard you groan right before he turned the corner to see you had toppled over a couple of chairs in the library. "Ow."

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked, crouching behind you and grabbing your shoulders. You started, jumping and whipping your head around at the contact, easing slightly when you met his green eyes. "Whoa, easy it's just me."

You hadn't heard him come into the room, though to be fair you hadn't heard much of anything lately. Your ear was completely blocked and throbbing and sore as hell for the better part of a week now. And even though your other ear was fine, it was still hard to tell where sounds were coming from or even make out what people were saying to you at times.

You only mentioned it in passing to Sam a couple of days ago which was why Dean had insisted on you sitting this hunt out when he squealed on you. Since then it hadn't really gotten any worse but it also wasn't getting any better.

"Who were you talking to? Cas here?" He sounded mostly like a Charlie Brown character, but you caught the name 'Cas'.

"Cas is here? Finally!" You'd only been praying to him for the past day or so. You hated going to the doctors and you did everything you could to avoid it. But Dean just shook his head at you, his brow instantly furrowing, "...what?"

"Dude, why does the bunker look like a sorority had a pillow fight in here? There are feathers everywhere." Sam rambled, walking into the library and brushing some feathers from his pant legs. "And you're gonna hate this, but there's clear signs of witchcraft in the kitchen again. Seriously, it's a mess, don't go in there." Dean helped you to your feet and forcibly sat you on top of the table when you tried to slip past him.

"Stay," you heard the command loud and clear and scowled back at him, mumbling a few choice words which he obviously picked up on since your version of mumble wasn't exactly low key right now. "I thought I said no keggers while we were gone." He chuckled, but you weren't in the mood for one of Dean's quips and you bit his hand when he grazed your ear, attempting to cup your cheek with his palm. "Ouch, what the hell, Y/N?"

It wasn't like you broke the skin or anything, it was more of a love bite in your opinion. You just didn't want him to touch your ear, it hurt too much as it was and he wasn't an idiot, he would figure out that you were still in pain. And then he would force you to go to the doctors.

"No, no. No," Dean huffed, grabbing you again by the waist when you tried to jump off of the table. "Explain." He said, holding you in place by your shoulders as you sat eye level with him on the table. You didn't catch what he said and stared back at him squinting your eyes quizzically. "Who were you chasing?" You watched his lips move as he talked.

"A rooster," you muttered, pointing at the top of the stack in the library where that damned bird sat on top, watching- mocking you. You growled at it and it let out a loud crow as if it knew you were talking about it.

"Why-" Dean started, gripping your chin and turning you to face him when he noticed you were too caught up in the rivalry, staring down the farm animal. "Why is there a rooster in the bunker?"