Supernatural Shorts

The Silent Game (Dean x Reader)

"Oh not cool, Winchester," I stare at the life like rubber snake in the toilet. "Two can play at this game." I fetch the thing out and set it aside. Dean's little games were starting to get annoying and on my nerves. Since Sam took on a solo hunt in Texas, Dean has been bored. Really bored that he's been playing stupid pranks or games on me. I always told myself I wouldn't stoop to his level but, I have had about enough of it. It's my turn now.

I'm in the kitchen making breakfast for the both of us when Dean waltz in. Without saying a word, I pour him a cup of coffee and slide it over to him. I watch as he picks it up and stares at it and looks at me. I playfully raise an eyebrow and watch as his eyes widen and looks down at the cup. 

"Should I be scared of this coffee?" even though his voice is groggy, it's cautious. I just ignore him and smile and go back to flipping the bacon. "Come on, you didn't put some weird ass herbs in here did you? YN? YN! If I die from this, Im going to haunt you forever."

From the corner of my eyes, I watch as Dean goes for a sip and then walks over to the sink and dumps the coffee. Such a shame, nothing is wrong with it. He goes over to the the fresh pot of coffee to pour himself some more until he catches me glancing at him. I smirk and he dumps the whole pot into the sink and makes a fresh pot.

I cant' help but let out a small giggle that Dean hears. He stares into the coffee tin and shuts it and turns to me. "Am I not supposed to wake up?" I smirk as I throw some bacon onto my plate and grab my coffee and walk out of the kitchen. 

Thats what I do for the rest of the day. Ignore Dean and keep him on his toes.

That night, Dean stops me on my way to my room after my shower. "Did I do something?" He asks softly. Poor boy, I think, he actually believes he did something wrong. I mean he entered a game with a master. I use the hand that isn't holding my towel to my body and pat his cheek and walk off to my room closing the door behind me. From the other side of the door, I hear Dean sigh and say "Shit, she's going to kill me."

Over the next few days, I continue my silent game. I can tell it's making Dean furious and on edge. I know I should stop but I don't. The competitive part of me takes over. Maybe Dean would think twice about messing with me before planting a rubber snake into the toilet or making my laptop freeze on Busty Asian Beauties home screen. This, what I am doing, is like fun and sweet revenge.

I'm on my way to the bunker library when I hear Deans voice talking on the phone. I stop and listen to what hes saying to who.

"I don't know, Sammy," Dean says, his voice is irritated. "I'm on edge over here. She won't talk to me. She barely makes eye contact with me. I swear she is trying to kill me. What? No, I didn't do anything to her. This just came on all of sudden. No, no, no, don't call her. I'll take care of this. If she will listen to me. But if I end up dead, she is the one who did it."

I slowly back up and go the long way around to the kitchen. I suddenly need some water and should probably plan the end to this. Dean didn't sound to thrilled. He sounded more concerned that something was up with me to the point that his life was on the line.

I turn into the kitchen and suddenly I feel hands on arms pushing me on a wall. Deans green eyes stare into mine. His face wears a hard expression that can pass off as irritation or extremely pissed off. Maybe both. 

"I've had enough of this silent treatment shit you've been giving me," Deans voice is soft but also very firm. He pulls me from the wall to a chair. "So, you're going to tell me what the hell is up with you or I will tie you to the damn thing." He gestures to the rope on the table near us.

Shit, I think to myself, he's fucking serious. I take a deep breath and lick my lips. I watch as Dean shifts around. I crack a small smile and look into his eyes. "The fucking rubber snake in the damn toilet." I smile and lick my teeth.

Deans shoulders relax and I see all that irritation fade. "Thank God," I hear him whisper. "Wait, what rubber..."His voice trails off and then he makes a face. "You ignored me, made me think that something was wrong with you, made me think my life was on the line, all for a stupid prank?" 

I shrug my shoulders. "Makes you not want to mess with me anymore, huh?"

Dean's eyes got dark and I knew, right then and there, I made the biggest mistake in my life. "Oh, Sweetheart," He leans into me. Inches from my face I can smells the whiskey on his breath. "You haven't seen anything yet."

I lean forward and brushed my lips on his cheek. I feel him tense up which makes me smile. "Honey," I whisper into his ear. "Give it your best shot."