Various X Reader One shots!

Dean Winchester (The Cake is a Lie!)

   "No you don't put the whole egg inside the bowl, Idjit!" You and Dean stood inside the bunker kitchen. It was complete chaos. Flour was everywhere, on your faces, clothes, hands, hair, Everywhere, just a plain mess.

  "So wait, your supposed to crack the egg?" You sigh.

"Yes. You are supposed to CRACK the egg." He nods and taps the egg on the bowl, spilling the contents into the batter. Yes batter. Today was supposedly the most important day of the year to Dean. Sam's birthday. Both you and him had been attempting to make a cake for him for a little get together with everyone that you guys knew. So far it wasn't going to well, mainly because Dean had no idea how to make a cake and the only thing that you knew how to make was microwave Velveta mac and cheese.

He was so clueless as to what to do. "So how long do I mix this thing?" He turns to you holding the mixer in hand. You grab the box and read the instructions. "Um until it's...combined?" He makes a face. "You sound unsure, how long??"

You shrug your shoulders. "That's what it says, until combined!" He shakes his head and puts the mixer into the bowl slowly moving it around while it does its thing. "So who's coming?" He asks still focused on the bowl. "Well, we all know of course Gabriel's coming, Cas, Ryan, Bobby, etc."

"Ok."

Silence took over and the only thing you both could hear was the machine beat against the bowl. Dean had stopped the machine and tapped you on the shoulder. "I think it's done y/n." You place the icing on the counter and looked over your shoulder. "Okay you need to put it in the oven, 350 degrees. Exactly."  He nods and spins around, bending down and pushes the scale to 350. You both waited around 10 minutes for it to beep, notifying you it was ready. Sam was supposedly coming back in 2 hours from downtown with Gabe keeping him there as a distraction so that you and Dean could get your shit together.

You open up the oven and grab the cake, slowly putting it in shutting the oven door. "Soo how long until its done?" He asks you. You shrug. "I guess 20 minutes?" He groans and tugs at his face. "That's so long!" You chuckle. "Yep but you'll have to wait it for your younger brother." He grunts as he pulls himself over to the couch and plops himself there. He was bored and you knew it, so you sprouted an idea. You took your finger grabbed a tin of icing and scooped some out with it. Your eyes wander over to Dean who had shut his eyes for a bit and walk over there.

You stop in front of him, place your finger on his forehead and drag it across slowly. "Dean Winchester everything the light touched is yours..." He wakes up and see's what you did. "Really?!" You shrug. "Mr. Grumpy pants was grumpy, so I cheered him up."

He growls and runs to the kitchen. He does the same thing and runs back to you.

He dots some on your fore head. "Hello one point for India!" (First person who gets that refrence  I will follow) He shouts in his worst accent he could muster up. You scoff. "Hey that's not fair!" He squints

"What's not fair?"

"Your not allowed to use YouTube references!"

"To bad!"

He starts to dance as you make a face. He runs back to the counter and scoops another serving onto his finger. "You know what else isn't fair?" He drags the icing over your lips. "You." Dean dips down and firmly plants a kiss to your lips, shocking you in the process.

He pulls away slowly, his touch still lingering. "Now see, that was not fair." He says looking you in the eyes. You smile. "The cake is burning." You says smiling as you walk away. "SHIT!!!"

Ahh Supernatural...