Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<the brothers jealousy> (dean, sam x reader)

Summary: The two Winchesters, Sam and Dean, have grown to have feelings for you. The thing is, they know that each other both like you, and their feelings for you have brought some unwanted jealousy.

*no smut, but it's spicy*

A groan falls from your lips as the nagging sound of your alarm fills your room. Wrenching your head up from the pillow, hair in disarray as you wailed on the screeching clock. You let out an irritated huff, reaching behind the dresser and snagging the plug out of the wall. Bringing your hand up to somewhat fix the rats nest blocking your eyes, you debate on just laying back down and sleeping longer. You contemplated it for a moment, before figuring that since you woke up you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. You pulled yourself out of bed, slipping on a pair of pale blue cotton shorts and a white tank top. You didn't bother to put a bra on, the boys knew you didn't wear them often unless you had somewhere to be. You shuffled toward the door, walking sleepily down the corridors and into the library where the two boys sat. Dean and Sam both held mugs half filled with coffee, the older brother wolfing down on a blueberry pie you'd picked up for him yesterday. You heaved a sigh and walked over, sitting down in the seat beside Dean. Hopefully they wouldn't act up today.

You didn't know what was getting into the boys. You figured it had something to do with the growing population of new monsters. The boys hadn't given up researching about the creatures, how they came to be, and why the hell they were popping up now out of any other time. You shared their worries, but you managed to keep yourself in tact. The boys, however, weren't doing so good. They only seemed to be bickering with each other for the past few weeks. You couldn't count the number of times you were walking past and heard their heated arguments. You tried to linger around and hear what they were fighting about, but they were keeping it hush-hush. It seemed they normally started up whenever you were hanging out with them. More specifically when you left them to themselves. Whenever you left they just picked it right back up.

You grabbed a book from the pile in the middle of the table and flipped through a few of the pages until finding where you left off. You couldn't help but get uncomfortable in the tense silence. Normally you three were able to sit together in silence comfortably, but this was far different. You observed the boys in your peripheral, making sure they weren't looking at you before you lifted your gaze. Sam looked up through his brows at his brother, jaw clenched, his eyes blazing the way they would on a hunt. You glanced over at Dean, a cheesy smirk plastered over his face. What is their deal?
Dean looked up from his book, placing it open on the table to grab a different one. Before he could reach it, Sam reached forward and quickly snagged the book for himself and began to read.

"What the hell Sam?" Dean hissed, resting his clenched hand on the table.

"There's plenty of other books, just choose something else dude." Sam retorted, his expression bright with delight.

"Don't be a fucking child and give me the book." Dean leaned forward to grab the book out of his brothers hands. Sam quickly leaned back and smacked his older brothers hand away.
"Get another damn book, Dean!" Sam barked, setting the book down in front of him.
Why were these two being so childish?
Dean stood from his seat abruptly, knocking the chair back and leaning over the table, earning an audible gasp from you. He swings for Sammy, the younger hunter standing and easily dodging his brothers fist. Sam swung, and hit Dean, the impact sending his head to the side.
Dean goes for a swing before you stood.
"Enough!" You slammed your hands down on the table. The brothers attention quickly snapped toward you. They hadn't seen you act like this before, very rarely did you raise your voice at them. Unless you were chasing them around for your phone or a lore book.
"You two have been acting like a bunch of assholes, and I'm done with your shit!" You glare at the two, and despite how mad you had felt you were struggling to stifle back a laugh at their shocked expressions.
"Tell me what the hell is doing on, or I'm putting nail glue in your hair while your sleeping." You finished. You looked between the two, waiting for them to speak.