Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Bubble Monster~ Dean

*Imagine Dean annoying you so you take revenge

I open the fridge door and take in the emptiness of it. If it weren't for Dean, it would no doubt be full. He eats for three men.

Today's hunt has been canceled because another hunter took care of the nest. So, we just opted out for being mildly productive. Well, Sam did. He's got his nose buried in lore books while Dean has taken it upon himself to be my personal torturer. For the past three hours, all he's been doing is criticising whatever I do and following me around. I know he doesn't actually mean it, but it's getting on my nerves.

"(Y/N), you sure you want that ice cream? Sammy's had his eye on it for a couple of days now. I always thought you were more of a vanilla girl" Dean says from the doorway with an obvious smirk and wink. He's like my shadow, I swear to god. Although I do pick up on the innuendo.

"Shame." I retort, taking the ice cream anyway. Sam will have to buy it again. See how he likes it when someone steals his food.

I grab a spoon from the drawer and scoop a bit of the ice cream, popping it in my mouth. I can see why Sam likes this flavour. It's fucking magnificent.

I ignore the older Winchester and walk past him and into the library. Sam's slumped over a few books and is jotting things furiously down into one of his many notebooks. For fuck sake. I don't need to get the bitchface from him if he sees that I'm consuming his food, so I set the ice cream with the spoon down in front of him, intending it to look like I was thinking of him. "Here ya go, Sammy" I smile at him and watch as his face lights up. He's such a little puppy man.

I walk over to the far end of the table and pick up the book I was previously reading. It's quite interesting. Teenagers slaughtering each other while trying to survive a mysterious nuclear incident.

"God, (Y/N). That book is so lame." Dean whines, sitting on top of the table and blocking my view of the book. Oh for gods sake will he stop? He's worse than Lucifer.

Sam looks at the two of us with a raised eyebrow, spoon in his mouth. He's seen us bicker before, even for fun, but I think he might me getting a little tired of our shit.

"What's up with your two now?" He asks, setting his pen down and taking another scoop of the ice cream. I'm slightly envious of him as that ice cream was pretty delicious. Dean looks at me with a fake sweet smile and then looks at Sam.

"Nothing to worry about, Sammy." He says, hopping off the table and taking a swig of his beer. Always the charmer... I didn't even notice that he was drinking it in the first place.

Sam rolls his eyes and gets back to doing whatever he was doing and Dean just shakes his head with a smirk. I never thought I would get annoyed with his ass, but the day has come.

"Whatever" I grumble and stand up, walking out of the library and away from the Winchesters. I guess I'll just go for a bath. That will definitely calm me down.

I walk down the hallway to my room and collect a fresh set of clothing, which translates to pants, Deans giant flannel and fuzzy socks.

I start the bath and add so many bubbles that I'll no doubt drown in them and start stripping. The dirty clothes get kicked aside. I'll have to do the washing later. I don't think Sam or Dean would just up and do it themselves. At least not without me basically forcing them.

I hop into the large bath filled to the brim with bubbles and press a few buttons on the remote for the docking station, turning up my favourite band. Now this is the definition of relaxation.

The song changes and I sigh in happiness as my muscles start to relax. Being a hunter leaves you with only a few rare moments of 'relaxation', and I'm going to enjoy mines.

But with my luck, it doesn't last long. I hear the door to the bathroom open and I immediately look up. Dean freaking Winchester in his full glory come in with a shit-eating grin. I'm suddenly thankful for the fact that bubbles are covering every inch of my body aside from my head. Not that he hasn't seen me naked before.

"Really? That song? You've got really bad taste in things, (Y/N)." Dean chuckles, closing the door behind him and sits down on the edge of the bathtub. Is there even such a thing as privacy in this bunker? Or in my life?

I roll my eyes at him and shoot him a glare. "Well, as bad as my choices may be, I still chose you, Winchester." I raise an eyebrow, a smirk coming to my lips as I counter him with the argument.

He looks at me with one of his trademark smirks. "Yes, you did. Be proud of that." There's seriously no such thing as winning with this man.

An idea pops into my head, and I act on it as soon as it does. I grab a hold of his arm in a tight grip and yank him backwards into the tub. His large body topples over and falls into the tub, water splashing everywhere. I'll get him to clean it up afterwards.

I let go of him and move up a little as he sits up, soaking wet. He wipes the water off his face and sits up a little, feet hanging out of the bathtub and his back pressed against the wall.

I can't help but laugh at his expression. He looks like Gabe after he's been pranked. Sort of like Crowley when I replaced all his black suits with white ones. I don't even care than only half of my body is covered as the situation is too funny.

"You're going to regret this (Y/N)." Dean growls, a playful smile appearing in his sculpted face. And before I know it, he's spearing bubbles all over my face.