Supernatural One-shots!

Dad!dean.x. Daughter!reader Did you eat my pie?

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You were a good kid, which is saying something since your father is Dean Winchester. Dean had fallen in love with your mom, but she had sadly died during childbirth, so you've lived with your father and Uncle Sam and Cas for your entire life. They weren't going to keep hunting a secret. If you had an option to live an entire normal life they would've let you, but at least you got to go to school and have friends.

You got good grades, hung out with good people, did your chores, studied your Latin every night and taught Castiel human mannerisms. You also never got mouthy, but today just hadn't been your day.

First off, your best friend was pissed at you for no fucking reason. Second, a surprise test that's worth 15% of your grade popped up and you were sure you blew it. Third, you spilled your entire lunch tray all over your crush. And last, you were on your period and your stomach was set out to make you suffer.

You were at your limit for bullshit for today, or any day for that matter. You just didn't want to deal with anything. You just wanted to curl into a tight ball, watch your favorite movie, and eat chips and ice cream. 

Yet God had to make you suffer....

"(Y/N) (Y/M/N) WINCHESTER GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Your father all but screamed. You sighed, knowing whatever it was couldn't be good. You got up slowly, hunched over slightly do to your stomach stabbing you. 

You walked down the stairs and was faced with a very agitated looking dad. He stared at you, looking expectant for an explanation as to what you did, but to be honest you had no idea what you did.

"You called?" You ask, groaning slightly at the intense pain in your stomach.

"Did you eat the last piece of pie?"

Did he seriously just call me down for pie? You rolled your eyes. This was stupid. No one cares about his stupid pie! He can seriously just go to the store and buy 50 more from Walmart.

"Yeah. We have no food in the bunker and I was having cravings." You explained, but he wasn't having it.

"Okay but that was MY pie! You should've at least asked first!" He spoke, checking the garbage and seeing the tin bowl that held his beloved.

You brought your fingers up to your fingers temples and rolled in small circles. You were getting a migraine, which was not good since you ran out of Midol for it.

"I mean, come on man I know your my kid and pie is basically in your blood but when's the next time I'll have time to do a grocery run and-"

"OH MY GOD NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR STUPID PIE!" You all but screamed, placing the palm of your hand on your forehead.

Deans head push itself back as his eyes widened. His eye brows creased and gave you the 'excuse me look.' But you really could care less.

"Excuse me?" He asked, his face stills scrunched in shock and confusion. You grounded loudly throwing your hands to your sides and turning to walk off.

"I don't have the patience for this..." You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear as you stormed upstairs.

Dean stood there for a moment. He was definitely confused, a bit angry, but mostly confused. He wasn't sure if he should punish you... Maybe? T-take away your phone for a few hours?

What even is parenting????