"Y/n," shouted Dean from the closet, "have you seen my blue flannel? The one with the black and green pattern?"
You covered your face with the cuff of the sleeve, inhaling the smell, before yelling a muffled "no!" Dean looked over at you and glared.
"That's my flannel," he pointed an accusatory finger, "You stole my flannel?" You hid your grin with the sleeve again.
"It smells like you," you whined, showing off your puppy-dog eyes.
"It smells like me because it's mine! I'd like it back!" He reaches out a strong arm and held an open hand.
As if you'd ever give up the flannel on your own free will. You stuck your tongue out at him and snuggled tighter in the warm fabric.
"Come on, y/n, hand it over. It's the only clean one I've got left." You shook your head and giggled. Dean rolled his eyes and moved onto the bed next to you.
"Don't make me take it from you. I'm twice as strong as you and you know it." You locked your arms around your knees and shook your head again.
"Over my dead body, Dean."
He picked you up and grabbed your wrists and let your feet fall to the floor. He then proceeded to hold your arms over your head and tickle your sides, your stomach, and your neck.
"Give it back, y/n!" You gasped for breath between cackling protests.
"Never!" you managed to get out between wheezes. You lifted your leg and kicked at his stomach, to no avail.
"Let me go," you gasped.
"Not until I get my flannel back," he continued to attack you with tickles."
"Fine! Fine! Just let me go!" He released your arms and laughed.
"I always win, y/n," you smiled at him and ran into the bathroom, locking it behind you.
"Try again, Winchester!"
~R
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Supernatural fluff
FanfictionMy best friend and I got into Supernatural recently and decided to write our own fluff fics. All fics are Sam x reader and Dean x reader. We do not own the supernatural series nor the characters, just the unfamiliar interactions between the 'reade...
