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Imagine: You spend sometime with Dean.
You paused your music, giving off a dramatic sigh.
"What is it, Y/n," Dean asks tiredly from the driver's seat.
"I'm dying from boredom," You exaggerate, looking out the window.
"How about we stop to get some grub," He offers, pulling onto an exit.
You shrug, looking over to see sam asleep. You smile as Dean pulls into a small cafe. You jump out of the car taking in the cool, crisp autumn air. You follow the dean inside sitting at a booth.
You look out the window to see sam still getting some sleep.
"This is the most he's slept in a while," Dean mumbles before looking back at the menu.
A waitress comes over to your booth wearing a warm smile.
"What can I get you, folks, tonight," she opens her notepad, clicking at her pen.
"I'll have pancakes with bacon," You order handing her the menu.
"I'll have the bacon burger with a side of bacon," Dean smiles, handing her the menu.
She nods, walking away.
"You're going to have a heart attack one day," You huff, shaking your head.
"What? A man has got to have his bacon," He leans back, putting his hands on the back of his head.
You sit in silence until Dean breaks it with an evil chuckle.
"I say we play a prank on dear ole Sammy," He says, giving an evil grin.
You smile back, knowing you're about to enter a prank war.
"What do you have in mind," You ask, looking back at sam.
The waitress comes back with your food.
"Can I have a plastic spoon, please," Dean smiles at her.
She nods, bringing him back a plastic spoon. You hurry up and eat your pancakes. Dean lays down cash on the ticket, and you jump on his back.
"Onward," You yell.
Dean runs out of the diner and circles the impala before jumping off. You laugh, getting in the back seat. Dean backs away, getting back on the road. He carefully places the spoon inside Sam's mouth.
You cover your mouth, holding in the laugh. Dean gives you the 'Cover your ears' look. You put your hands over your ears. Dean turns the music up really loud, singing along while having on the steering wheel.
Sam's eyes go wide, and he smacks the spoon out of his mouth, giving dean his 'Your dead' look. You start laughing uncontrollably.
"I'll get you back for this.. the both of you!" Sam says, crossing his arms.
You laugh, playing his reaction over and over again in your head.
"That, Y/N, is the start of our prank war," Dean grins, turning the music back up.
