Supernatural Oneshots & Imagines

Prank Wars (Dean x Reader)

"Y/N!" Dean roared throughout the bunker. The second you heard him, you knew you had been caught. Yet, you weren't going to give yourself up so easily.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N! Where the hell are you?!" Dean yelled as he searched the bunker for you.

"What do you want, Winchester?" you asked him.

"Oh, I think you know. You went too far, and I mean way too far! How dare you mess with Baby? What the hell were you thinking? You know how much that car means to me!" Dean yelled at you.

"What are you talking about?" you questioned, still not giving yourself up.

"Oh don't give me that! You know exactly what I'm talking about. This prank war we got going on. You tried pulling a prank on me and used my most prized possession to do it. You went too far this time, Y/N, and you better watch your back, sleep with one eye open, because I'm coming for you," Dean angrily told you.

You just rolled your eyes, flipped your long, brown, hair and walked away, saying, "Whatever you say, Winchester."

The next morning you woke up and made your way down stairs. You saw Sam in the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee. "Morning, Sam," you greeted.

"Hey, Y/N! That was a pretty risky stunt you pulled, messing with the Impala, in all." Sam told you. "Don't underestimate him, Y/N."

"Thanks, Sam," you said as you turned to pour yourself some coffee and grab some breakfast.

Once you had gotten your breakfast, you made your way into the library and sat down. While you were eating and doing some research, you weren't paying any attention to the heavy footsteps coming up behind you. Next thing you know, Dean Winchester standing behind you with a pair of scissors and a long slice of your hair. Dean just looked at you with a little smirk on his face, "Got ya."

"Dean Winchester, what the hell have you done?!" You yelled at him.

"Well, you see, Y/N, you messed with my car and I know how much you love your hair, so.." Dean said, smirk still on his face as he raised his shoulders.

You couldn't believe what he had done. You were on the verge of tears. "Okay, look, I know messing with Baby may have been too far and I'm sorry, but Dean, this was so uncalled for" you said as you walked away with tears in your eyes.

Dean stood there for a couple minutes, thinking of what he had done. He didn't intend on hurting you so badly. He started to see how far he'd gone and how much he over reacted. He started to feel guilty. "Way to go, D. You probably should have told Y/N how you feel about her before you pulled that stunt. She hardly messed with the car, it was an easy fix. You are going to be lucky if she talks to you again. You should worry about fixing things with Y/N, not the car," Sam told his older brother.

"Sammy, what am I going to do? This is all my fault. I'm the one who started this war and now look where it's gotten me. I've probably just ruined any chance with Y/N," Dean said.

"Come on, Dean, don't say that. Look, you just got to apologize, try to make it up to her. It might take some time, but it's going to be worth it," Sam told Dean.

"Thanks, Sammy," Dean said to his little brother as he made his way to start looking for you.

"Hey, um, Dean? You might want to wait until she cools down," Sam warned him.

"Yeah, right. Good idea," Dean said.

The next day, you were getting ready to go to the hair salon to get your hair fixed. On your way down stairs, you bumped into Dean. Great, you thought. "Y/N, I'm so sorry," Dean apologized.

You just rolled you eyes and made your way to your car and headed to the salon. Once you arrived, you went in and waited until they called your name. A few minutes later, the stylist called you over to her station. "Hey sweetie, what are we doing today?" The stylist asked you.

"Well, since I already have a huge chunk of hair missing, I think chopping it all off would be good. It's sad it see it go, but it'll look better," you told the stylist.

"I've noticed. So, what's the story?" she asked you.

"Well, long story short, prank war gone wrong. I messed with his car and he messed with my hair. Let's just say he will be getting the silent treatment," you told the stylist as she was cutting your hair.

"That's understandable. Alrighty, you're all done! Sorry about the hair, but you'll still look pretty with short hair," the stylist said, complimenting you.

"Thank you! You know I was kinda worried about how it was going to look, but you did an awesome job and I love it! Thank you so much!" you told the stylist as you paid.

Before you left, the stylist stopped you and said, "I don't know your friend, but don't be so hard on him." You gave her a smile and left.

You finally made it back to the bunker and made your way inside. You really hoped Dean wasn't around because you weren't ready to face him yet. Next thing you know, Dean is sitting in the library waiting for you. You just huffed and started to walk away, and Dean heard you.

"Y/N, hey, wait up!" Dean called as he jogged over to you. You just kept walking, but was stopped when Dean grabbed your arm and turned you around, gently.

"What do you want, Dean?" you said annoyingly. You knew if you didn't answer him, he'd only keep bugging you. Instead of saying anything, he just stared at you. Seconds later, his lips were on yours and for some reason, you were okay with it. A couple seconds later, he pulled away.

"What was that?" you asked him, surprised.

"Well, I knew you wouldn't listen to me, so I thought that might work. Look, Y/N, I should have told you this before, way before the prank war, but I like you. I really like you, Y/N, and I'm so sorry for what I did to your hair. it was stupid and too far. I was hoping, if you can forgive me, that we could maybe try this whole relationship thing," he confessed nervously.

"Are you serious?" you asked him, smiling.

"Um, yeah. I am, if you're willing too," he told you.

"Well, if we're being honest, I, um, really like you too. For a while, actually," you told him.

"Yeah? Me too. By the way, you look really cute with short hair," he said as he pulled you to him.

"Well, some guy thought it would be funny to cut a chunk off," you told him, giggling.

"Y/N, I swear, I'm so sorry–"

"Oh, shut up and kiss me, dork. I forgive you. Plus, I'm kinda digging the short hair."