Supernatural Oneshots

Mr. Quackers (Sam & Dean x Child!Reader)

This is my first oneshot.  Yay!  If there are any mistakes, please feel free to comment about it, or just comment anyway.  Feedback is greatly appreciated!

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You skipped around the house, humming contentedly as you pulled the stuffed duck tighter around your chest.  You made your way to the living room before plopping down on the couch next to your uncle.

He looked down at you and smiled, saying, "Hey, (y/n)!  How was your nap?"

You smiled and pressed your face against the soft fluff of the duck before murmuring, "Good..."  You looked back up to him with a giggle.  "Mr. Quackers jus' told me somethin' funny 'bout you, Uncle S'mmy!"

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Did he, now?  What exactly did he say about me?"

You giggled again before replying, "You'll have to catch me first!"

Then you sprang up off the couch and ran down the hall, clutching the stuffed animal tightly in your arms.  You heard heavy footsteps get closer as Sam chased after you.  What you didn't hear was the front door opening and closing, signaling that another person was in the house.

Your laughter and playful screams reached the ears of the newcomer, who smiled and set down his stuff before looking for you and his brother.  He quietly snuck around the house until he heard you and Sam running towards his direction.  He hid around the corner and waited.

You quickly scampered back into the living room, your (h/c) hair flying behind you.  Sam was almost right behind you.

Suddenly, the figure from earlier jumped out behind his brother and grabbed Sam's shoulders, shouting, "RAH!"

Sam let out a high pitched yelp, startled, before turning around and giving his brother his famous bitch face.  "Dean, what the hell?"

Dean chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.  "What can I say?  You were chasing my daughter and I wanted to join in on the fun."

"Daddy!" you gasped as you ran into his open arms.

"Hi, sweetie-pie!  I see you're up from your nap.  Are you having fun with Uncle Sammy?" Dean asked after kissing your cheek.

You nodded enthusiastically as you replied, "Uh-huh!"

"Apparently," Sam began, "Mr. Quackers said something about me, and (y/n) wouldn't tell me until I caught her."

"Well, you didn't catch her so..."

You giggled and squeezed your duck in joy, thinking you had won.

"...I guess we'll have to tickle it out of her."

You feigned shock and quickly began shaking your head.  "No!  No!  Please don't, Daddy!"

Dean quickly made his way to the couch before gently pinning you down and tickling you.  You bursted out laughing and began to squirm in his grip, trying to get away.

"Hahahahahaha!  D-Daddy!  Ahaha!  Sto-op!"

Dean shook his head, "No can do, sweetheart!  Not until you tell us what Mr. Quackers said!"

"I-I'll tell yo-you!  I'll t-tell you!" you cried out through your laughter.

Dean let you go and sat beside you on the couch.  Sam sat on the other side of you when you sat up, making you squished between your dad and uncle.

"Spill," Sam said playfully, poking you in the side as he threatened to tickle you.

You grinned and hid your face in the duck as you mumbled something incoherent.

"What?" Dean asked.

You looked up from your toy before saying softly, "Mr. Quackers told me that Uncle S'mmy was secretly a moose..."

"..."

It was dead silent for a moment as the two brothers shared a look.  Finally, Dean began to laugh hysterically.

And, let's just say, another tickle torture ensued.