Supernatural x Reader Oneshots

Reading Punishment...Again! (Dean x Reader)

You were beginning to believe he would never learn. He knew there was always hell to pay when someone upset you, yet here he was, telling you that you weren't allowed to eat a whole cake in one sitting. Jerk.

You pouted as Dean continued looking at you with a judgmental gaze. You had the delicious cake right in front of you, along with a bib and knife/fork combo. It's not like you came to this unprepared.

"I told you, no." He said and growled your name a bit as you went to stab the cake for a bit but you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through your hair in frustration.

"Dean, don't be a party pooper. It'll be fun. Don't worry I don't know what I'm doing." You explained to him and he actually face palmed before walking over and picking up the cake.

"Hey, my cake!" You squawked before standing up to try and get it back from him. Sad thing was...he was way stronger than you. He was basically holding you back with one hand while carrying the cake back to the fridge in the other.

"I'm not letting you eat a full cake again." He nagged but you weren't really in the mood to listen. You were in the mood to be stuffing your face with cake. Now that you weren't allowed, you were a bit upset at the man.

Three hours passed by, you following Dean everywhere he went. The catch? No matter how many times he turned to you and asked what you wanted, you wouldn't say a word. Just gave him a dead expression (the same feeling you had on the inside but that could only be filled by cake).

Eventually, it became too much and Dean realized he should've at least let you have a slice of the cake. He wasn't exactly sorry, but the creepy stares and odd behavior you were exhibiting was enough for him to give in.

"Look, I know you're still mad about the cake thing but how about we make a compromise." You looked up at him with an expectant gaze. He sighed before continuing.

"I'll let you have a slice of it right now, and a slice after dinner." He said but you only shook your head. Not good enough for you. You were livid. You wanted all the cake.

"There's only one thing that will be equivalent to the whole cake that will get me to speak with you once more." You said while holding up one finger and Dean looked down at you curiously.

"Oh, and what's that?" You could almost feel the sarcasm dripping off his voice as he wasn't amused with your childish antics.

"Let me see your laptop." You said with a smile and the familiar words along with the current predicament brought flashbacks to his mind.

"Oh no, not again." He said and you took a step closer, grinning wider than the Cheshire cat himself.

"Ah, come on Dean. Or else I'm going to ignore you for three weeks. Don't think I won't because I'm just the petty type of person who would." You pointed out and he didn't doubt this for a second. He knew you all too well.

"Better not be like last time..." He murmured as he walked away and came back with that fabulous computer. You grabbed it from his hands and began walking until you for to the couch in the bunker.

You plopped down and began looking through some things until you found what you were looking for. The eerie chuckling you were making wasn't what Dean was expecting as you shoved the laptop into his chest.

"Read it, peasant." You chuckled and he just sighed and shook his head. Once more, just as last time, he started with a rather indifferent face.

Slowly this morphed into one of pure horror. He was looking sick once again from reading this and you were just smirking, not even the least bit disturbed (you had read the story who knows how long ago to the mental scars weren't as fresh).

Finally, he finished and put the laptop down and turned to you.

"Why would you ruin milk for me?" He asked and you held your stomach while bursting out laughing like a maniac. Once again, like last time, Sam then came through the door and looked over at you two.

"What did she make you read?" Sam asked and Dean turned to you for an explanation since he didn't even know what he just read.

"The milk fic." You said while covering your mouth a bit while you continued to chuckle evilly. Perhaps Sam would be willing to read it too. Might as well mentally scar all the people while you could.

"Unlike Dean, I'm smart enough to know that's not a good idea." Sam said while walking off to go to his room or something. Dean then turned to you with a scowl, looking pale and sickly like he did previously.

"Where do you even find these things?" He asked and you shrugged before telling him.

"Oh there's this glorious thing called the internet where people like to tell others about these things. Of course the moment we're told not to read something we automatically do though." You explained to him and he ran a hand down his face.

"I'm done with you." He said while getting up. You were now satisfied. It was almost worth not getting that cake.

Speaking of cake...Dean probably wouldn't disturb you for a good while. With that in mind you made your way back to the kitchen to handle some...delicate operations. You made sure to stay away from the milk though. Memories still remained.

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Judging by how last time nobody heeded my warning in not looking up the story then all I'll say is that if you're under the age of eighteen I'd like to request you don't look it up. If you are though and are a huge masochist and don't want to drink milk for a month...go ahead. I don't even care.

Also I'm kinda back. Beauty school is kicking my back but when I have time I'll write short little chapters for this since they're so much fun to write and people enjoy reading them for some odd reason.