Wayward Sons One-shots

Dean~Say It

"Say it,"
"I won't say it, "
"I know you want to say it, so say it,"
"Maybe I do want to say it, doesn't mean I will say it,"
"If you want to say it, why don't you say it?"
"Because once I say it, I lose my dignity,"
"That's not true!"
"Hahaha. Yes it is!"
"Just saaaaay it," Dean continued to pester me as I quickly scurried away from him. He grabbed my hood and pulled me back so suddenly that I lost my balance. I toppled back into him and he caught me mid-fall. We were silent for a moment, the situation a peaceful bliss. I thought he finally dropped the subject and I began to relax.
"Pleeeeasssseeee," he whispered into my ear, his hot breath tickling my sensitive skin. I tore away from his embrace, rapidly increasing my pace until I was running. "I won't say it!" I called back, dashing away and making a sharp turn at the first corner.

I entered the first room I saw, shoved the door open and immediately locked it once I slammed it shut again. I slid against the wood, melting into the floor. I inspected the room, trying to identify who resided here. My eyes wondered the room, surprisingly they first noticed the shelves stacked with books, not the inhabitant who lay on the bed.
"This is Sam's room," I whispered.
"Well yeah, that's why I'm here".
My eyes shot to where the voice came from. Sam closed the book he was reading, placed it on the nightstand and sat up.
"Oh hey. I didn't see you there," I said, checking the door was properly locked before making my way over to him.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he says lazily, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
He patted the space next to him, inviting me over.
"It's not very often that I am greeted by your abrupt presence," Sam said sleepily. He was clearly annoyed by my intrusion.
"Well maybe I'd come here more often if it was more inviting," my eyes shot between the bare, cream coloured walls, the naked floor and anything else that I suspected was a factor in giving his room such a glum feeling.
"(Y/n)!" I heard Dean call beyond the door, swiftly followed by an impatient knock at the door.
"Sam! Is (y/n) in there with you? What is she doing in there!" I rolled my eyes at his judgemental conclusion, even though it was true.
"Make him go away!" I hissed at Sam, tugging at his sleeve. He looked at me in a manner that I mistook for sympathy, but was in fact amusement.
"Dean calm down! She's not in here!"
"Then open the damn door!"
"OK sure, I'm naked by the way," he walked over to the door, fiddled with the lock and slowly pulled the door open. The door was instantly shut from the other side by Dean.
"Jesus Sammy," followed by inaudible mumbling as Dean set off in search for me. I heard him call from quite a distance away. I released an over-dramatic sigh of relief once I knew I was safe.
"Nice naked save Sam," I giggled.
"Actually I'm about to take a shower so..." he motioned his head to the door.
"Oh... Oh right yeah!" I shot up, smoothing out the creases on my jeans before scampering away awkwardly.
"Cheers Sammy!" I whispered through the crack in the door before shutting it quietly.
"Just say it already," Sam muttered, yanking his socks off.

With Dean nowhere in sight, I made my way to my own room.
I slipped through the door, pushing it into the door frame until I heard a click. I pressed my face to the smooth wood, pulse thumping. I sighed once more, gentler this time. I placed my forehead against the door, smiling to myself at my expert ellusion of an awkward encounter. I spun around, eyes closed in a state of relaxation. I heard the thump of a palm against the door directly adjacent to my head. My eyes shot open, a small gasp followed by an "oh dang it," left my lips. Dean lent against the door, staring into my eyes, smirking victoriously at having finally trapped me. I was only a few inches away from him, but still close enough for his body heat to caress my own, colder, skin.
"Gotcha," he grinned, wriggling his eyebrows.
"Yay for me," I spat back, withering away from his comforting scent. I slithered down the door, darting between his legs and sprinting to the window. He watched me crawl between his legs curiously, before grabbing my hood again. I squirmed for a few seconds, but surrender was inevitable.
"Why are you so obsessed with me!" I huffed.
"Because I love you," he replied gently, his mouth shapes engraved into my eyes.
"Well good for you!"
"That's why you won't say it. I thought you were just messing about. You're not are you? You don't feel the same way," his speech sped up, he was desperate to leave this situation, "I'm so sorry (y/n)". He let go of his grip on me, turning to leave.
"Stop! Ya idjit! You really think the easy way out of this is to make a run for it? Ohhhh nooo! You started this, and like always I have to tie it up," I raised my voice, "I love you! There I said it! Will you stop now? I love you! I have for a long time, don't you get that? Ooooh I'm Dean and I'm sooo good at reading people. Hahaha. You can't-"
Dean forced his lips onto mine, straightening himself as he pushed his body against me. At the collision I instantly melted, thrusted into his inescapable charm. His kiss softened into an innocent sweetness.
"Shut up, please," he said into my mouth, his words tickling my lips.
"Okie-dokie," I giggled, gripped his arms possessively.
"Congratulations! Took ya long enough," Sam grunted from outside the door frame. He had, at some point, opened the door without me noticing. I left Dean's intimate touch to look over his shoulder. Surprisingly, instead of a sarcastic glare, Sam smiled sweetly. He was clapping slowly, which still pissed me off. Dean pushed his face back into mine, kicking the door shut.
"Use protection!" Sam giggled immaturely.
Dean pulled away from me, his forehead resting on mine. He smilled apologetically.
"Excuse me for just a second," he whispered innocently, before turning on his heel and throwing the door open. Sam was propped up against the opposite wall. His face snapped to Dean's. He stretched his arms, pulled his legs behind him and reached down to touch his toes. His warm-up complete, he looked back at me. "Catch you later (y/n)," he winked at me, obviously trying to provoke Dean to the limit. He sped off in an instant, bounding down the corridor.
"Come back here bitch!" thundered Dean's response, immediately sprinting off after him.
"Try catching up you old geezer," Sam yelled in response.
I laughed at their interaction. Sam was obviously fitter and faster than Dean, with his daily morning runs and relatively healthy lifestyle. I were was to cheer Dean on.
"You go Dean!... Don't forget it doesn't matter if you lose, or win!" I quickly added that last part, "all that matters is that you have fun!".

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Author's note

That was so badly written oh my Castiel. So lazyyyy. Adios Misha-migos.