Supernatural Shorts

The Silent Game pt 2 (Dean x Reader)

It's about midnight. I am rummaging around in the kitchen when the light comes on. I duck down behind the counter holding the saran wrap to my chest. It better not be Dean because if it is, well, there goes the perfectly bomb ass prank I had for him in the morning.

"YN?" Sams voice is above me. I look up to the see the younger Winchester brother staring down at me eyeing the saran wrap in my hands. "What are you doing?"

I get up and look around. No Dean in sight. "Something, I can't tell you about." I start to scoot out of the kitchen. Sam just stares at me, shaking his head. 

Once down the hall to the bathroom Dean and I shared, I start to get to work. I put saran wrap over the toilet seat to the point that it didn't look like there was any. Then I did the same with the with the sink, which was a little tricky but I managed.

"This is going to be great," I walk back out into the hallway only to run into Sam.

"So this is something," Sam takes the saran wrap from me.

I take it back and stare him dead in the eyes. "If you mess with this, you'll find something special in your morning shake before your run." I walk back to my room and lay peacefully in my bed. 

I wake up to pounding on my door. 

"YN!" Deans voice is angry.

I look at my phone and see that it's about six-thirty in the morning. A bit too early for Dean to be up unless there was a dire emergency. Then it hit me. "Oh no," I whisper with a smile. 

"Open this door or I will kick it down and tie you up," Dean yells.

"Oh hold on, Mr. Kinky pants," I throw on an over sized shirt and open the door. Dean looks like he just had a shower because I can smell the body wash. Fresh off his skin. "What's up?" I ask innocently. 

"Cut the bull shit," his face says it all.

I drop the act and give a wicked smile. "You're right," I chuckle. "So, how was it?"

Dean walks me backwards into my room, "That little trick you pulled, cost me a not so fun shower. Only to have a second unplanned shower when I turned the sink on." 

I cover my mouth and chuckle some more. "Part of me wishes that I saw the second part."

Dean storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I chuckle some more and decide to get ready for the day. Throwing my hair up into a bun, I make my way to the kitchen when I hear Dean trying to convince Sam to help me. I stick around the corner and listen.

"No man," Sam says and I can picture his hands going up in defense.

"Oh come on Sammy," Dean pleads. "I practically fell in my own shit this morning and last week she put a damn laxative in my coffee. Do you know how long it took for me to feel normal after that?"

"And that's why I won't help you get back at her," Sam laughs. "You got yourself into this mess by messing with her. You get yourself out. Maybe call a truce." Sam walks out of the kitchen and see me. He smiles "Morning, YN," he says loud enough for Dean to hear. 

"Morning, Sam," I reply. I turn the corner to see Dean stare at me. I take a deep breath. "Sam has a point," I start to grab a cup and fill it with coffee. "We should come up with some sort of truce. Unless you want to continue doing this forever cause I have many ideas up my sleeve." I sip my coffee as Deans eyes widen. 

"I guess so," He mumbles. "Want to help me with changing the oil in the Impala? You hand is small enough to get it all done smoothly." 

Something in my brain tells me to say no but, "Sure," I set my cup down and follow Dean to the garage. Dean gets things ready as I switch throw on an old shirt I use to help Dean with impala projects. 

"I guess Sammy is right," Dean turns around and slides what I need under the impala. "Truce?" He holds his hand out. I'm hesitant to take his hand. That nagging voice in the back of my head is screaming now. 

"I'll shake your hand once the oil is changed," I sit back and slide under the engine. I reach my hand up and feel something odd. Something that's not supposed to be there. I grab hold of it and yank. Before I could say anything to Dean, it happens. Black oil falls onto my face, I'm super lucky that it isn't hot. 

I quickly pull myself out from under the car and cough and rub my face on my shirt. Once I have my eyes open I see that there is glitter on my hand and shirt and I don't even want to know what my face looks like. I look at Dean who is dying of laughter. 

"That could have been hot, asshole," I walk towards him and push him up on the wall. "And this glitter will take fucking forever to wash out my hair. I could be mistake as a hooker."

Dean smiles again and leans in towards me. "Checkmate," he whispers.

"Whatever," I push away from him and hold my hand out. "You got your last one in. Truce? Otherwise I'll pour coolant into the oil of your dearly beloved car." 

Deans smile doesn't falter, he grabs my hand and shakes it.

"Awesome," I try and pull my hand away but I can't. I look at Dean who's staring at our hands with this 'oh shit' face. "What else did you put that?" I ask.

Dean purses his lips and looks at me. "I may have forgotten that I threw some glue in there."