Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<Punishment> (deanxreader)

Summary: You play a prank on the one man you have ever harbored feelings for: Dean Winchester. It turns out, this time, you won't get off scot-free.

*smut warning*

~Earlier in the day~

You, Dean, and Sam were returning from an exhausting day of hunting. A week or so ago you caught wind of a series of unexplained murders in a small Washington town. To the everyday person these murders had seemed unruly and unexplainable.
All victims had been hiking or camping, discovered by others going about the same things. The vic's were sliced-n-diced in heavily wooded areas, all around the same vicinity. You and Sam had pointed out it looked like a series of werewolf attacks. You three had went out to investigate after figuring out the supposed area where the were-murderer was residing. Unfortunately, the three of you had stumbled upon a nest and, despite the unfair disadvantage, you had escaped with only a few scrapes each and a lifeless werewolf pack.

~Now~

You and Sam had seated yourselves around the campfire, both with a beer in hand. You three had just finished setting up your tents. Dean had left a few minutes ago, eager to stop by a diner they'd passed in hopes to find a good pie.
In fact, he left in search for a, "pie worthy of a winner".
You lifted the cool glass bottle to your lips, waiting in a tipsy daze to feel the liquid against your lips. With a groan you dropped the bottle onto the soft peaty soil below. You stood, rather wobbly, in search of another beer.
"Hey," you heard the younger hunter call. You slowly turn, (e/c) eyes narrowing on Sam. You didn't need to respond in order for Sam to continue, "I need another one too, while your at it."
With a nod you pivot and continue on your way to the cooler. The lid flips and you  bend down to grab a bottle for yourself and Moose. The faint movement by the corner of the cooler catches your eye. With a jolt, almost before the thought entered your brain, you drop the lid and your hand thrusts toward the slithering snake. You scoop it up, a grin plastering over your delicate features. You leave the cooler behind and quickly clambering past Sam, who said something you couldn't quite catch, before you reach Dean's tent. You zip the tent open slightly, tossing the snake inside. The distant cackle of Sam's made your knees buckle with laughter. You zip it up, return to the cooler and grab two of the beers, and return to your seat next to Sam.
You heard the distant slam of a car door, looking back to see Dean appearing from the darkness. You had sobered up since your little trick, nearly forgetting what you had done. You watch as the older hunter lifts his hands over his head to stretch, the t-shirt ever so slightly riding up to reveal the man's v-line. You feel your cheeks heat up, head turning back to the dying fire in an attempt to keep your emotions at will.

Ever since you three had met, you seemed to set your eyes on Dean. They saved you from an unfair fight, you entered a warehouse expecting one demon, two at most. You were met with five, a rather unfair disadvantage. You were tied up, cut up, and fading in and out of consciousness when the two brothers busted in. They had taken down the demons, quite literally saving your life. They brought you to a hospital, where they waited for you to be released. Ever since you three have been hunting together, and since then your feelings toward Dean never dwindled.
"I'm heading to bed." The shorter man huffed, quickly drawing you out of your reminiscing. You look away from the fire, and at the chiseled man behind you. "Sleep well."
You turn back to the fire as Dean retreats to his tent, slowly looking up at Sam who is staring dead at you with a look of amusement, "your dead when that snake finds him."
You laugh, grabbing the almost empty beer at your shoes and finishing it off. Sam and you both sit in silence, waiting for the moment of pure bliss that was sure to arrive soon.
Both your heads snap back at Dean's shouts, watching as the tent quivers as Dean tries to make his escape.
"There's a snake in my tent!" He shouts finally, an abrupt motion sending the spokes of the tent folding in. Sam erupts in a fit of laughter, you following soon after, leaning over your knees as you struggle to take a full breath in between laughs. Dean yells out a string of nonsense and profanity before his arm jabs out of the side of the tent, knife in hand, before cutting himself free. He glared at you, fiery green eyes burning into your keeled over figure. You don't notice the firm sound of his footsteps drawing closer until you feel the coat around your shoulders tighten. He gripped the cuff of your jacket, pulling your face only inches away from his as he bends down.
"You are going to get everything of mine out of my tent and put it in yours, you hear me!" His hoarse voice bellows. Your eyes widen in surprise, (e/c) gaze dropping to the knife that was still gripped in his left hand. Your eyes shift over to Sam, who looks equally as shocked as you before you look back at Dean.
"Of course, yea, I-totally." You find yourself stumbling over your own words, unable to process how close your face came to this fine man. His grip loosens and you stand slowly to start settling his stuff into your own tent.