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

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

Warnings: language, a little angst, arguing, witchcraft, mainly fluff, crack?

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

"Holy fuck. Y/N!" Dean yelled, sprinting out of the bathroom and bursting into your room.

You pulled your headphones off when you saw him half naked and standing in your doorway. A towel slung low on his hips and water droplets inching down his freckled skin.

"You realize you're dripping on my floor right, that's what most of us use the towel for, before leaving the bathroom." You quipped, eyes lingering along his stomach muscles pointing towards his-

"Bathtub- crocodile, why?" Dean asked breathlessly.

"What?"

"There's a freaking crocodile in the bathtub." He said between breaths. You started to laugh with a beaming smile on your face, "I'm not fucking kidding!"

"Geez, calm down would you. It's just a bath toy I thought was cute." You shrugged. "It floats and squeaks like a rubber ducky-"

"It's a live dinosaur in a bubble bath, Y/N." Dean snapped, cutting you off again.

"Sure, Dean." You said, rolling your eyes and attempting to slip your headphones back on but Dean ripped them away. Good thing they were wireless.

"Come with me," he grabbed your hand not waiting for an answer, dragging you out of your room and down the hall into the bathroom. "See." He said, pointing towards the bathtub a few feet away, making sure to keep his distance behind you.

"Stop pushing me." You shook his hands off of your shoulders and stood on your tiptoes to peek over the edge of the tub. "Oh my gosh... That's not a crocodile, Dean."

"Yes, it is!"

"No, it's not. It's an alligator see how the snout is U-shaped and you can only see it's top row of teeth-"

"Are you seriously lecturing me on the proper term for the giant reptile splashing around in our bathtub right now?!" He steamed, palming his face and shaking his head.

You could tell he was at the end of his rope with you by the way his tired green eyes met yours. It was starting to feel like this living arrangement wasn't working out. Even if the bunker was the first place you'd felt safe in a long time.

"Well, I thought-"

"Oh, you thought? So that thing between those pretty little doe eyes of yours actually works?" He said, poking you in the middle of your forehead with an index finger until you swatted his hand away. "Worst witch ever, I swear."

"Wiccan, jerk." You hissed and clenched your jaw.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes dramatically. "I don't care how you do it but when I come back I want his prehistoric ass out of here!"

You moved your lips mockingly as Dean spoke and crossed your arms over your chest, giving him the best bitch face you could muster up. He just glared back at you, holding his towel in place and stomped out of the room.

"What is going on in here- Y/N, you okay?" Sam questioned, passing by his brother on his way into the bathroom; having heard the commotion.

"Yeah." You sniffled, your eyes tearing over a little but you blinked them away before they could fall.

Sam must've spooked the gator as he approached and it swiped its tail splashing you both with lavender scented bath water.

"Is that an alligator?" Sam asked, ringing out his shirt and watching the reptile sink back into the bathtub. "What's wrong, Y/N/N?"