Supernatural x Reader

Sam x Reader

Hiding his stuff

You came home from work, tired and bored, you didn't get much done today since you was too distracted on how you was gonna get Sam Winchester back, your boyfriend. You 2 have been dating for over 2 years now and you both seemed to pull more pranks on each other each week. Sam filled your hairdryer with flour, hide all your F/F and even put your keys on the top shelf, the one shelf you couldn't reach. You have had enough of his pranks and decided to get him back.

Sam came back a few hours later with Dean. Dean was carrying all the weapons in as he ignored him and walked up to you, hugging you tightly. Your goal was to not give him attention, to give him a taste of his own medicine. Sam kept awkwardly hugging you, expecting you to hug him back and greet him, but it didn't happen, it was pure silence. He pulled away, clearing his throat like that moment didn't just happen as he shuffled to the kitchen, tracing through the fridge. You glanced around the room, your eyes locking on his laptop, you knew that this could be your moment for revenge.

You waited patiently until Sam went to his room to change clothes, putting the plan in action. You got up and silently ran over to the laptop and held it in your hands, eyes darting around the room for where you should hide it. You walked up to your room, quietly but quickly, making sure Sam wouldn't hear you. You shut the door and took the laptop over to your desk, putting in a disorganised drawer, making it impossible to tell that it was in there. You heard a knock on the door, not too loud but soft and gentle. You closed the drawer and walked to the door, opening it slightly.

"Can I help you?" You questioned Sam, trying to hide the devious smirk on your face.

"I've lost my laptop, have you seen it?" He replied back to you, trying to glance into your room.

"No I haven't, maybe you should ask Dean, he might be freezing it on his porn sites again" You stated, you knew Dean wasn't that stupid to do that when Sam was in the house but luckily, he bought it. Sam walked off to Dean's room as you wandered down to the kitchen. You went into the cupboards and hunted down the stuff you normally use for your favourite sandwich. You took your time making your sandwiches, you wanted them to be perfect; can't be too buttery or too salty, just right. You carefully placed your sandwich on a small white plate and took it to the table, sitting down and enduring the small snack.

While you was eating you hear stomping down the stairs, you knew exactly who it was. You didn't have enough time to react, a pair of large hands gripped the back of your chair and swung you around, Sam standing extremely close to you, invading your personal space.

"Where is it?" He asked firmly, not breaking the intense eye contact.

"I don't know what you're talking about babe" You mumbled, still trying to swallow the sandwich which you did within a few seconds of replying.

"If you don't tell me I'll tickle you" He tried to make it sound threatening, but his soft eyes made it seem like a joke. You got up, not replying back and wandered away from your room. You felt a pair of warm hands wrap around your waist, holding you against the over-towering moose. He started to squeeze your sides, making you flinch and squeal. You ran out his arms and straight up to your room, him chasing after you. You ran into your room, not locking the door at all and backing up, hoping he wouldn't follow you in. He burst through the door, making grabby hands as he walked closer to you, making you fall on the bed. He pinned you down and continued to tickle your sides, making you laugh uncontrollably. You tried to speak but laughter was all that would come out of your mouth, making it hard to give in. He kept going, it getting more intense.

"I-in the... The d-drawer!" You broke off with more laughter, shortly ending as Sam gets off you, walking over and retrieving his laptop. He held it in his hands, looking over at you like you committed some form of a crime, you got up and placed a hand on his cheek and went up on your tip toes, pecking his lips softly.

"You prank me again and I'll throw that laptop out the window" You joked, Sam chuckling along with you, you leaned against his chest, head looking up at him.

"Don't worry babe, I'll make sure you still get pranked" He mumbled back to you, placing his forehead on yours, wrapping an arm around you.