𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 (𝐀 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥)

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

Summary: Y/N was just told by Sam that cooties aren't real so she thought it would be funny to bother Dean about it.

Y/N is 7 years old, Sam is 7 years old, Dean is 11 years old.

(Remember that they are KIDS, it's just a harmless innocent peck)

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"No way!" Y/N exclaimed in surprise, her palms pressed to her cheeks. "Yes way! Sally-Ray told me!" Sam giggled mischievously, "But Daddy told me they were nasty and boys carried them" Y/N laughed. "Nuh-uh" Sam shook his head, "But how are you so sure..." Y/N narrowed her eyes at Sam, his cheeks flushed pink. Then realization dawned on her,

"YOU DIDNT!" She pushed him slightly, earning a cheeky smile from Sam. "You had your first kiss, Sammyyyy. Luckkyyy" Y/N cooed, "What's going on in here?" Dean walked in through the front door to see Sam and Y/N gossiping on the couch, Bobby was in the kitchen making breakfast for them while Dean was out playing in the yard.

"Sammy just told me cooties aren't real!" Y/N giggled, "You snitch, that was supposed to me a secret" Sam gasped, whispering to her. "I'm sure he already knows" She whispered back, both looking over to Dean who had a puzzled and dumbfounded look on his face. "H-he's lying" Dean stuttered, walking in to rest his action figure down on the coffee table.

Y/N and her best friend shared a mischievous look, "Charmingggg.....tag you're it!" She shoved Dean lightly before running out into the yard, Dean laughed loudly, running behind his friend. "Be careful you little idjits! Or your daddies are gonna have my head if you get hurt" Bobby called out from the kitchen waving his spatula, an apron wrapped around his beer gut with one hand propped on his hip as he flipped the pancakes. Y/N ran past him through the back door.

"Come 'mere princess, I'm not gonna hurt you!" Dean laughed, chasing after her. Y/N's little feet could only carry her so far. So Dean caught up to her, tapping her on your shoulder, "You're it!" Dean giggled, y/n smiled widely and Deans face dropped, "Oh no you don't!" He stuttered, running away as she chased after him, "Come onnn Dean, I know cooties aren't real anymore" She chased after him, Dean was heavy on his feet.

The breath in his lungs slowly diminished as tire took him over. He crouched behind one of the old scrap cars, peering up slightly to make sure she wasn't around. He realized he was dead wrong when a little girl tackled him, using the moves her daddy thought her, "I caught you!" Y/N giggled, "Not fair! You're not supposed to tackle in tag" Dean defended as he got up from the ground, dusting himself off.

"Snooze you lose, charming" She smiled widely, outstretching her hand for Dean to help her up. Dean took her hand without hesitation, only to be pulled to the floor again. "Oof!" Dean exclaimed with a laugh as he hit the floor with a thud. "0-2" Y/N teased. "Seriously princess, not fair!" Dean exclaimed, crossing his arms with a pout. "Awww, don't be a sour loser" She reached over to pat his head.

Both still sprawled out on the ground, "Hey Dean? Is it true? Are cooties really not real?" Y/N asked curiously as they both pushed themselves up, dusting their hands. "I don't know" Dean mumbled shrugging. "I haven't kissed anyone" His head dropped in a bit of shame, "It's okay, I haven't either" Y/N assured her friend, and then an idea crossed her mind.

"Hey, why don't we do it??" She smiled brightly, the innocence protruding off of her. Deans jaw dropped, gulping slightly, "W-what?" His eyes widen, "You know? We are friends and I trust you. I wouldn't want it to be with anyone else...unless you want it to be someone else" She pouted a bit, not feeling stupid for suggesting it. "No, no. It's not that...I just thought you and Sam liked each other" Dean pulled his knees to his chest.