Dean Winchester One-Shots

Oh good, you're here! Hold this.

PART TWO OF "WANT ME TO STAB THEM?"

Ever since their little cuddle session those few nights ago and a few nights after, the two had been a little more smiley around each other, a little more bashful, and a touch more flirty.

And it didn't go unnoticed either. Sam made sure to send each of them looks when he caught them in the moment or tease them in private when he had a chance. Every time the two would deny Sam's accusations and continue on their day like they hadn't been caught in the act of subtle lingering looks and snarky remarks that somehow always happened to come back to a flirty comment.

"Hey, Sammy? Where's Dean?" Y/N asked, coming into the kitchen and looking down at her laptop as she asked the question.

Sam looked up from his after-run snack, and immediately, that smirk appeared on his lips.

"Why? You two trying to make out in private?" he asked with a teasing tone.

All he got back was a death glare over the top of her laptop screen that screamed, "Cut it out, or I'll cut you out..."

"I don't know. I just got back," he sighed, upset she wasn't playing along with him. "Did you check his room?"

"His room, the man cave, the library, the map room..." She looked up as if looking around for the first time. "Here. I can't find him."

"Think of that list one more time, and what's the one place you left out," Sam pointed his eyebrows at her before taking a bite of celery with a crunch.

She looked at him for less than a second before it registered. "I'm stupid. Garage," she sighed before turning on her heel.

"Hey, try to keep it down if it gets too heated! I don't want to hear that," Sam joked once again.

"Shut your mouth, Bug's Bunny, or else I'll Elmer Fudd your ass. And unlike him, I don't miss," she shouted back, throwing the bird over her shoulder as she turned the corner.

"Hey, it's celery! Not a carrot!" He shouted, offended. When he didn't get an answer, he rolled his eyes. "You eat one healthy piece of food in front of those two, and suddenly you're a rabbit."

Taking the turns necessary to get to Dean's other man cave, she finally opened the steel door the garage. Almost instantly, she heard the clanging of metal on metal and the sound of a skateboard rolling on the concrete.

"Hey, Dean?" she asked, still not breaking from her screen as she clicked another link. She didn't hear anything back and looked up, scanning the large space to find where the commotion was coming from.

All it took was a loud grunt and a son of a bitch, to lead her to where she needed to be.

"Hey, Cooter Davenport, I have a question for ya," she grinned, looking down at the legs underneath the hood of an old 1953 Chevrolet Two-Ten Convertible.  When he didn't answer and a few more grunts and muffled curses came out instead, she rolled her eyes while taking a deep breath and kicked his boot lightly.

He froze for only a quick second before rolling out with a glare on his face. Apparently, he was expecting Sam because as soon as he saw her with a sassy smile, her laptop in one hand, with her other hand on her hip, the glare completely dissipated and turned to a quirked grin.

"Oh good, you're here! Hold this," he said, immediately handing her an oiled piece of the motor, which made her juggle the laptop in her hands.

"You missed my Dukes of Hazzard reference," she pouted once she balanced the two things. The piece of the car was awkwardly shaped to hold and also slippery with the amount of oil on it.