Y/n sighed as she looked at the pouring rain. "Are you coming or not? I didn't fix that coffee for no reason." Looking back, she noticed that Dean was impatient. "You actually made me coffee?" "Well duh. Now come on." He dragged her away from the window, not even caring that she nearly fell.
"Let go asshole!" She snatched her arm free, taking a seat at the small table and taking a sip.
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As he pokes at his cereal, he sneakily takes a look at her face for a reaction. Y/n, on the outside, seemed really calm. However, she wanted to physically harm him. Prior to him coming into her room, he poured a decent amount of salt into her cup.
Placing the cup down, she stood up and glares at him. He couldn't contain himself and began laughing hysterically. "Asshole." She spoke, throwing the nearby newspaper at his head before walking back to her room.
. .
Dean was about to head out for the day when he couldn't find his glasses. "Shit..." He mumbled as he looked under his bedroom pillow. "Let's hope they're in the living room."
As he rushed to the next room, Y/n snuck into the bathroom and placed the glasses on the bathroom counter. She smirks to herself and sneaks to her bedroom, cutting on the tv.
"Where the fuck are they?" He questioned himself. "What are you looking for?" She asked innocently. "Have you, by any chance, seen my glasses?" "Don't you always leave them in the bathroom?" She asked in a confused tone.
"I checked. They're not there." "Come on." She walked over to the bathroom, opening the door. The glasses she placed there previously stood right in front of his eyes. "How the fu-" "Clearly, you don't double check." She shakes her head turning and walking into the bedroom, waiting for his reaction.
"Finally." Just as he puts them on, he notices that the lens are pitch black. "What the hell?" He pulls them off to see squiggle marks all over the outside of his glasses. "Seriously? These were a great pair!"
He turned to see Y/n smirk. "Next time, don't mess with my shit. And never leave your shit lying around." She pats him on the back and closes her room door.
"I got you. You started a war." He whispered, throwing his glasses into the trash and going out of the house. As he made his way to his car, he couldn't help but smile at her sass.
Meanwhile, Y/n was grinning her ass off. She enjoyed the small prank, as annoying as it was. "I can't hide this forever. But I can't tell him now."
. .
June
Y/n was in the middle of watching her favorite show when suddenly felt the urge to use the rest room. Pausing the tv, she speed walks into the bathroom only to find a padlock on the toilet. "Are you fucking kidding me?!"
