Supernatural Preferences

Super Natural SamxReaderxDean

A/N: This is just pure fluff guys. There's not even an ounce of angst because my babies deserve to happy for once! Also, did y'all appreciate the wordplay on the title? I was pretty proud of myself.

"I'm going out," you called to the boys as you stepped into the garage.

"Where you goin'?" Dean shouted back from his room.

"The supermarket; we're completely out of food and I'm not eating take out again."

There was shuffling from deep inside your home and you rolled your eyes, opening up the door of the Impala and sliding into the leather seat.

"Nuh uh, sweetheart. You're in the back." Dean's voice startled you and you looked up to see him and Sam standing next to the car.

"I didn't think you were coming," you groaned, but climbing into the back anyway.

"I'm not leaving the fate of our stomachs in your hands," Dean grinned. "You and Sammy always try and make me eat green shit and I won't stand for it."

"And I was worried you were just going to buy junk food, so I'm coming too."

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes and insisted they let you play your music.

"Hey, hey, you know the rules. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean scolded you.

"Yeah, but technically I'm not shotgun so checkmate, bitch."

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One irritating car journey later, you scrambled out of the Impala and into the store's parking lot. Letting out a sigh, you made a scene of cracking your joints in an over the top manner.

"Boy, it really was cramped in there. I knew it would be more sensible to come alone." You said loudly so the brothers could hear you.

"Quit your moaning and get us a basket." Dean told you with a wink.

You grabbed one from the pile and threw it at him, laughing with triumph when he fumbled to catch it.

"Come on, guys, don't be immature here." Sam begged.

"Sam Fucking Winchester, I have never been more insulted in my entire life." You feigned hurt, pressing a hand to your heart.

"Y'know Fucking isn't my real middle name, right?"

"You're Sam Fucking Winchester." You said adamantly.

He sighed in defeat as the three of you walked into the store.

"I'm gonna grab some pie. I'll meet you in the booze aisle." Dean said before racing off.

Sam sighed before heading towards the organic section, leaving you with the basket and the shopping list.

"Okay," you muttered to yourself. "First up: something to eat for dinner."

Trudging into the refrigerated aisle, you shivered and started throwing random packets of various items into your basket. Steaks, chicken pies, sausages and fries threatened to spill over the top of the basket and the weight of it was starting to hurt your hand.

"Hey, need some help?" Sam offered, startling you when his large hand came to the rescue, scooping the basket away from you.

"Thanks. I can knock out a vampire with one punch, but shopping nearly breaks my damn arm." You joke, cracking your knuckles from where they had locked up.

"Didn't you get anything healthy?" He tutted, rummaging through the pile of food.

"That was your job. I got normal, tasty food."