Summary: Sam wants to go on a hunt so badly, so Dean offers him a deal.
“Please!”
“I said no. I thought you were smart, don’t you know what ‘no’ means?”
“But I’m really ready this time! Honest!”
Dean rubbed his eyes with a sigh as his little brother pleaded and whined like a baby. “No. You’re 13, dude. No way in hell are you going on a hunt.”
“Why not? You started way before 13!” Sam protested.
“Yeah, but that’s different. I’m the oldest, I can do more younger,” Dean countered, knowing his argument was BS as he sat down on one of the motel beds and loaded his gun.
“Please! I’ve been reading up on lore and practicing shooting, I’m really good!” Sam pleaded.
Dean groaned internally and placed his gun on the nightstand before an idea popped into his head, one that made a smirk appear on his face. “...You know what? Fine. I’ll convince Dad to let you come.”
Sam’s face lit up. “Yes!!”
“But,” Dean started, “you have to pass a test.” Dean almost snorted when Sam straightened up, trying to appear ready for anything. “At ease, soldier.”
“What’s the test?”
Dean grinned. “It’s a test of endurance. You up for it?”
Sam nodded vigorously. It was cute, how excited the kid was. Little did he know what was coming for him.
“Good. Here’s the test: Don’t laugh.” With that, Dean grabbed his little brother and started vibrating his fingers into his stomach. Sam gasped and grabbed Dean’s wrist, trying to push him away. But Dean was much stronger than him, and didn’t budge. Sam’s smile was toothy and silly, but not a single laugh had escaped his lips. Admittedly, Dean was impressed. He’d expected the tween to burst into laughter right away, but he’d lasted… 20 seconds so far.
“Remember, Sammy, don’t laugh,” Dean teased, just to be a dick. Sam was silently shaking his head and squirming, and it was just too cute to watch. His face was growing red with how hard he was trying not to laugh, and he was using one hand to try and fend Dean off, and the other to pound at Dean’s wrist.
“Ow!’ Dean laughed, as it didn’t hurt at all. “Don’t hit me, bitch!” He was sure that Sam would call him a jerk if he wasn’t focused so hard on not laughing. Dean decided to end the kid’s suffering, spidering his fingers under Sam’s shirt and scratching his fingers mercilessly at the soft skin of his armpits.
Sam let out a ridiculous squeal before bursting into loud laughter. Just like that, he’d lost. But in truth, Dean never had any intentions of actually letting him win.
“Oh, well, looks like you lost,” Dean said with a grin, though his fingers never stopped their ticklish torment.
“THAHAHAHAHAT’S NAHAHAHAHAHAT FAHAHAHAHAIR!”
“It’s completely fair. I told you not to laugh, you laughed, you lost.” Dean chuckled, and he only stopped once Sam’s knees buckled. Usually, he would’ve taken this opportunity to wreck him, but he knew his dad would be here soon for the hunt Sam had so desperately wanted to go on.
“Jeheheheherk…” Sam said, residual giggles still flowing.
Dean heard a honking noise outside and looked out the window to see that the familiar Impala had pulled up outside. Time to go.
“We’ll see if you can pass the test next time. Until then, nah, you’re staying here,” Dean said as he pulled on a jacket and grabbed his gun. He saw something from his peripherals, and he ducked just as a pillow flew past his head. He pointed a finger at Sam, who still wore a grin. “You’ll pay for that later.”
Dean left the motel wondering if Sam would ever pass the test, chuckling to himself as he concluded that no, no he wouldn’t.
Summary: After a sleep deprived Sam almost drifts off behind the wheel, Dean takes over and begins boasting that he can handle the Impala under absolutely any circumstance.
Switch! Dean Winchester
Switch! Sam Winchester
Word count: 2,876
The highway cuts through the Black Hills, the massif on both sides surrounded by oppressive walls of tall, sweeping pines. It is nearly three in the morning, and a relentless, steady downpour is blurring the world beyond the windshield into a smear of grey and black. The wipers work in a rhythmic, heavy pattern, producing a sound that, combined with the low, rumble of the impala's engine, is a lethal recipe for exhaustion.
Inside the cabin, the dashboard glows soft, dim amber. Sam Winchester, slumped in the driver's seat. His massive frame awkwardly compressed, chin slowly dipping toward his chest. His knuckles loosing on the steering wheel, and for the third time in ten minutes, the Impala's tires drift just a fraction of an inch over the rumble strip—
The sudden vibration jolts Sam awake. His eyes snapped open, blinking frantically against the dark. His hands instantly tightening on the wheel as he jerks the car back into the center of the lane.
From the passenger seat, Dean doesn't even look up from the weapon cleaning cloth he's been idling with, but his voice is laced with dry, older brother judgment. "That's three, Sammy."
"I'm fine," Sam croaks, his voice thick with sleep. He clears his throat, hopping his bottom up in the seat, straightening his back. "Just a pothole."
"A pothole that stretched for twenty feet and rattled the hell out of my ass? Yeah, right. Pull over."
"Dean, seriously, I'm alright. We're only an hour out from the motel." Sam grips the wheel tighter, staring fiercely at the rain-slicked asphalt, trying to force his brain into alertness.
"Yeah, and an hour is plenty of time for you to put my car into a ditch. Pull over, Sam."
"I said I've got i—"
"Sam. Pull. O–ver." Dean's voice shifted from casual teasing to that low and unyielding command that leaves no room for argument.
With a frustrated sigh, Sam gives in. He blinks through the rain, guiding the Impala onto the gravel shoulder. The tires crunch loudly before coming to a stop. Before Sam can even shift into park, Dean is already unbuckling, throwing his door open into the cold, rainy night and jogging around the hood. Sam groans, unpinning his long legs from the pedals, and slides across the bench seat into the passenger side.
Dean slips into the cabin, slamming the door shut behind himself. He shook his head like a dog to scatter the raindrops from his short hair, and grips the steering wheel with an obnoxious, theatrical sigh of relief. He shifts the car back into drive, pulling them smoothly onto the empty highway.
"Unbelievable," Dean scoffs, immediately settling into a smug rhythm. He taps his fingers against the leather wheel, glancing over at Sam with a grin. "Ninth grade, all over again. Can't even keep your eyes open for a three-hour stretch. You're a weakling, Sammy. A giant, delicate snowflake."
"Shut up, Dean," Sam mumbles. He reaches down, yanking the lever to lower his seat back, reclining it until he's basically lying down. He rolls onto his side, facing away from Dean and closing his eyes to block out the road light. "Just let me sleep."
"Oh no, you don't get to sleep through your shame," Dean chirps, entirely unbothered by Sam's dismissive attitude. He leaned back, with one elbow resting casually on the window frame. The very picture of his effortless mastery. "I mean, look at this. Rain pouring down, visibility next to nothing, road greasy as hell. Am I complaining? No. Cause a real driver can handle any circumstance."
Sam lets out a soft, mocking huff into his jacket collar, keeping his eyes shut. "Right. You're a hero, Dean. Put it on a resume."
"I'm serious! Remember that hunt in Missouri? When that crazy ass black pickup truck was tryna ram me off the ridge? I was driving through a mountain pass, in a blizzard, and I still didn’t lose traction."
Sam rolls his eyes, finally opening them just a crack. He turns his head back toward the driver's seat, a sleepy, skeptical smirk playing on his lips as he shook his head.
"Or what about the time in Pontiac? We had three cruiser tails, roadblocks on the interstate, and I navigated us through an alleyway that was literally three inches wider than this car. Did I sweat? No. Did I scratch the chrome? Not a scratch. I can drive under any condition, Sam. I could- I could drive with my eyes closed. I could drive while being strangled from behind by a demon and still parallel park perfectly. It's a gift."
Sam lets out a low chuckle, shifting his weight. He's starting to wake up now, purely fueled by the sheer absurdity of Dean's unraveling ego. "Oh, really? Any circumstance? What about that time the car got infested with cursed cicadas, hm?" He cocked his head to the side expectantly.
That does it. The last comment broke the last thread of Sam’s patience.
Dean’s posture stiffened. His face reddening slightly. "That was different! Those things were crawling inside my shirt! Besides, I kept the car upright. You, on the other hand, get a little sleepy because it's past your bedtime."
"Alright, that's it," Sam mutters. With a sudden, explosive burst of energy that completely belies his earlier exhaustion, Sam straightens up in his seat. Before Dean can even register the movement, Sam lunges across the center console. His long arms shoot out, his massive hand landed squarely on Dean's flanks as his long fingers instantly dug furiously into the soft flesh right above Dean's hips.
"Kh- gh-h-hEY!!" Dean jolted violently. His shoulders snapping up to his ears as a sharp, high pitched gasp ripping from his throat.
"Any circumstance, huh?" Sam teased, a wicked, wide grin splitting his face. He didn't let up, his second hand joined the first. Fingers kneading relentlessly into Dean's ribs and sides, finding the exact spots through his layers of flannel and leather.
"D-dahamn it, SaHAM—!" Dean squeaks, his composure completely shattering into an absolute mess of breathless laughter. His knees knocked together frantically under the steering wheel, and his foot twitched on the gas pedal, causing the impala to roar and lurch forward.
The car veered sharply to the left, crossing the yellow lines. Dean tried to grasp the wheel steady with his left hand, but Sam takes notice and immediately shifts his right hand, driving his fingers directly under Dean's armpit.
"Whoa! Look at that focus, Dean! You're drifting!" Sam laughed, his voice full of mischievous delight as he ruthlessly tickled his brother's sides.
"Sahammy! No, seriously! AhaHAh— grr..sstop it! I'm driv—aghh! I'm driving, Sam!" Dean exclaimed harshly, trying to shrink away from the onslaught. His back desperately arching off the seat as he squirmed against the leather. He uses his right elbow to desperately try and shield his ribs, but Sam's reach was too long. Dean's face was bright shade of red by now. His teeth bared in a wild, helpless grin as he gasped for air. The Impala swerves back to the right, the tires clipping the wet gravel of the shoulder with a loud crunching sound.
"Get oho— Get off me!!" Dean manages to bellow, bringing his forearm down hard, finally slamming his elbow into Sam's chest and shoving him forcefully back across the console into the passenger seat.
Sam fell back against his door, breathless from laughing. His chest heaving as he watched Dean panickly steer the car back into the center of the lane.
Dean panted heavily, his heart hammered against his ribs. He glares at the road, his knuckles absolutely white as he stabilizes the car. "Are you insane!?" Dean barked, though his voice still had a breathless and shaky tremor to it. "That wasn't funny at all, Sam!"
Sam just leans his head back against the headrest, letting out a loud, blooming laugh. "Oh, yeah? What happened to 'any circumstance'? I thought you could handle a demon strangling you from behind?"
"That is totally different and you know it!" Dean snapped, adjusting his grip on the wheel, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror.
Suddenly, Sam's laughter cut off. His amused grin vanished from his face as he felt the heavy sensation of the brakes being applied hard. The Impala's nose dipped and the car skidded slightly on the slick asphalt before Dean ruthlessly guided it onto a wide area nestled deep within the black silhouette of the forest. The tires kick up a spray of mud as the car comes to a sudden, violent stop.
The engine idles with a low, menacing rumble. The rain drummed furiously on the roof. Meanwhile Sam shifted uncomfortably against his seat at the abrupt stop. "Dean? Why'd you stop?"
Dean didn't answer immediately. Instead, he slowly turned his head to face Sam with a dark, terrifyingly joyful smirk plastered across his face. "You think you're pretty clever, don't you?"
"Dean, look, we're-...on a dark highway and we need to get to the motel—" Sam blabbered, his voice dropping an octave as he instinctively tries to unbuckle his seatbelt in case he'll need to run away from his brother, right into the heavy downpour. His back pressed flat against the passenger door, realizing too late that he had nowhere to run.
"Nah, the motel can wait," Dean says, unbuckling his seatbelt with a sharp click. "You wanna test the theory? Let's test the theory." With a feral grin, Dean threw himself across the console. Because of Sam's reclined seat, he is completely trappe. His long legs tangled up under the dashboard. Dean landed heavily on top of him, pinning Sam's thighs with his knees, and immediately diving his hands straight into his stomach.
"AhAH! DEAN!—" Sam shrieked as a deep, bubbly laughter suddenly exploded from his chest. He instantly curled inward like a folding chair. His hands shooting down to grab his brother's hands to protect his midsection, but, oh, Dean was relentless.
"Oh, what's the matter, Sammy?" Dean taunted at him. His fingers flying in a blur as he targeted the sensitive skin right along Sam's stomach and hips. "Can't handle a little distraction?"
"StahaHAahap it! Hahah—Dean, plehease!" Sam gasped as his body thrashed wildly against the car cabin, occasionally kicking and hitting the walls and windows yet to no avail. His huge and tall frame shaking the entire Impala, making it creak rhythmically. His hand darted forward, subconsciously launching to hit Dean purely out of reflex, but Dean slyly dodged his attack and shifted his ministrations way lower. His fingers dug into Sam's thighs, squeezing the muscles as he nearly got kicked by it.
Sam's eyes went wide, and a loud, breathless cry escaped him. He threw his head back against the headrest, his back arching off the ground, completely defenseless as his arms lose all the strength. "OH MY— NOHOT THEhere! D-DeHEan, please!—"
"Oh, so the thighs are the secret weapon tonight, huh?" Dean laughed, completely victorious. His own residual adrenaline turning into pure, vengeful glee. He kept the merciless rhythm up, teasing and digging into Sam's softest spots until the giant younger brother is reduced into a gasping, squirming mess.
"ALRIGHT!! DEHEean, alright! I give, I give!" Sam gasped out as his tears from laughter welled in the corners of his eyes. He desperately tried to curl away from Dean's crawling fingers. Realizing he's completely overpowered and needs to deploy his ultimate defense mechanism. "You're— ghah.. you're the best driver in the world, Dean! Seriously!" He suddenly wheezed out.
Dean paused. His fingers hovered just millimeters above Sam's twitching knees. A triumphant, wicked grin broke across his face as he squinted down at his brother insistently. "And?"
Sam swallowed hard, his chest heaving as he took in a desperate gulp, keeping his eyes glued to Dean's hovering hands. "And... and nobody else could've kept the impala on the road just now. Your reflexes are insane."
Dean's ego thoroughly inflated, but he didn't pull back just yet. He wiggles his fingers teasingly, making Sam tense in anticipation. "And?..."
"And you have absolute flawless focus under any circumstance!" Sam practically yells, throwing his hands up in total surrender. "Satisfied, jerk!?"
Dean chuckles, thoroughly pleased with himself. He gave Sam's ribs one final, playful poke just to make him squeak, then delivered two condescending pats to Sam's flushed cheek. "That's what I thought, bitch." Dean muttered, sliding back over the console into the driver's seat. He shifted the car back into drive, and flipped the headlights back on, cutting through the heavy rain. "Now go to sleep, snowflake. Big brother's got the wheel."
Sam let out a long, shuddering sigh and slumped heavily back into the leather seat, completely spent from Dean's ruthless onslaught. His muscles went totally slack, and he didn't even bother to fix his crumpled jacket or adjust his awkward, reclined posture. Lulled by the steady rhythm of the wipers and the engine's low hum, he closed his eyes and drowned in a deep, sweet slumber, dead to the world before Dean could even shift back into drive.
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(BONUS)
The steady drum of rain from the night before had finally trickled out. Only leaving behind a crisp, heavy mist that hung low over a desolate gas station parking lot. It was ridiculously early. The kind of dawn where the sky is just a bleak and washed out grey and the sun hasn't even bothered to show up yet.
Inside the cramped station shop, the fluorescent lights buzzed with an annoying, high pitched hum that made Dean's head throb. He tossed a couple of bills onto the counter, scooping up two plastic bags that clinked with cold beer cans and smelled heavily of cellophane wrapped breakfast burgers and stale coffee.
"Have a nice day," the pimply kid behind the register mumbled, not even looking up from his phone.
"Yeah, spectacular," Dean muttered under his breath, turning on his heel. He pushed the glass door open with his shoulder, a little bell chiming above him. He stepped out into the damp morning air, muttering to himself. "Has this kid never seen a gym or a shower in his life?..." Dean grumbled, rolling his shoulders under his leather jacket to shake off the stiffness of a six hour drive.
He walked out onto the cracked asphalt, his boots crunching on the wet gravel, but stopped short when his eyes locked on the car.
Sam was already out of the impala. He was perched casually against the hood of the car. His unnaturally long legs crossed at the ankles and his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. He was staring blankly into the tree line. His broad shoulders hunched slightly against the morning chill. As Dean approached, Sam turned his head, his eyes instantly narrowing to tiny slits against the sudden, pale brightness of the overcast sky.
"Look who’s alive," Dean called out, a smirk instantly finding its way onto his face. "Morning, sunshine."
Sam completely skipped the greeting, his voice still rough and gravelly from sleep. "Did we pass the motel?"
"Duh," Dean said easily, popping the trunk of the Impala and tossing one of the bags inside before walking over to the passenger side. "You were sleeping like a giant, drooling baby, Sammy. Didn't have the heart to wake you up just to drag your oversized body into another crappy bed."
Sam just shook his head, a faint, exhausted sigh escaping him. He didn't bother arguing. Instead, he leaned forward, ignoring Dean's explanation entirely as his eyes locked onto the plastic bag still in Dean's hand. "What’d you get?"
Dean didn't answer. Instead, his smirk widened into a full blown, wicked grin. "You know," Dean chuckled. "Maybe I should start tickling you before bed more often? Cause, you've slept like a rock. No tossing, no turning, no nightmares. It's actually pretty convenient."
Sam’s eyes snapped from the bag straight to Dean’s face, his expression deadpan and completely unamused. "Go to hell, Dean." Sam muttered. His voice pure of long suffering resignation of a younger brother who knew he was never, ever going to live last night down. He snatched the breakfast bag out of Dean's hand and rounded the front of the Impala. They opened their doors in sync, before climbing inside the cabin.
Sam settled into the driver’s seat, instantly adjusting the rearview mirror to fit his height, while Dean buried himself into the passenger side with a blissful sigh. The key turned in the ignition, and the car answered with its familiar, deep engine growl, immediately pumping welcoming heat into the car.
Dean eagerly unwrapped a cellophane covered burger, but as he shifted around on the leather seat, a smug grin crawled right back onto his face. He glanced over at his brother, who was already shifting the car into drive.
"Ooh," Dean purred around a mouthful of breakfast, shifting his weight. "Nice and warm over here. You must've just crawled out of bed, Sammy. Which is great, cause I think I've earned a little shut-eye after my legendary, rock-solid driving through that treacherous night, don't ya think? Care to give your big brother a little ride?"
Sam just rolled his eyes, gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, and smoothly pressed down on the gas, pulling them back out onto the empty highway. This time, he was going to make damn sure he didn't give Dean any excuses to test his focus.
A/N: I used to not understand why people considered supernatural niche series since I didn't see anything exciting in the first few episodes, but lately I've been REALLY hooked. I'm already finishing season one. Idk if I'll write more, but eat ts for now🤟
Summary: You had been pranking Dean all day and now in the end of the day he wants his revenge
Ler: Dean
Lee: Reader
Words: 516
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It started this morning in the bunker. Dean had woken up and decided to go to the kitchen to make coffee and make breakfast. He yawned as he opened the fridge to get his favorite bacon only to get jumpscared by a giant spider sitting on the shelf. “What the hell!” he stepped back and slammed the fridge door. You were there long enough to witness your prank come according to plan. You leaned against the entry way of the kitchen with a smirk on your face. “You’d like the surprise?” you asked.
Dean turned around to face you. “You can’t scare a man this early in the morning especially when I haven't had my coffee yet.” you chuckled then walked over to the fridge. You opened it and took the giant fake spider from the fridge. “Doesn’t he look cute?” you cooed and waved the spider in front of his face. He swatted it away. “Get that out of here!”
Later in the day, when Dean had to use the bathroom, he suddenly froze when he saw a message on the mirror. It said, “I SEE YOU” written what looked like blood and a bloody handprint on the bottom of the message. Dean swallowed nervously. “Sam?” he called. A few seconds later, Sam showed up. “Yeah?”
Dean pointed at the mirror and turned to Sam. “Tell me you wrote that.” Sam looked at the mirror and felt shocked. “No. What the hell is that?” he stepped closer to get a better look. Then you slowly came up behind Dean and whispered in a raspy voice, “I see you.” Dean jumped up with a scream and turned around to see that it was you, laughing and your hands were covered in fake blood. “Oh my god, I got you so good!” “Damn it, Y/N! You can’t be doing that! Is that even real?” he asked, gesturing to the mirror. “No, you scaredy cat. It’s fake, it’ll wash off.” Sam couldn’t help but chuckle. “Good because I am not cleaning that.”
Finally in the evening, Dean was getting ready to sleep and went to his room. He sat down on his bed with a tired sigh but before he got to lie down, your hand shot out from under his bed and grabbed his ankle with a scream. Dean jumped up and screamed as well. “Are you kidding me, Y/N?!”
You laughed as you crawled out from his bed. “Oh my god, that was the best one yet!” “All day you’ve been torturing me with all these days and you know what? I’m getting tired of it. C’mere!” he squatted down and picked you up from the floor. You squealed and Dean threw you on his bed. Before you could react, Dean attacked your sides, making you thrash and tried to push his hands.
You threw your head and kicked your legs. “Dean, stohohohohohop! Ahahahahahahahaha!”
“Nope. You’ve been pranking me all day and now I’m getting my revenge.”
Here’s my second Supernatural fanfic! I love these guys so much. Not much for me to say other than I hope you like it.
Warnings: Tickling, mentions of alcoholism, also this is not to make Dean seem like a massive alcoholic (yes technically he can be considered one in the show but still), it’s not meant to be alarming, this fic is supposed to be purely fun.
Summery: Dean wants to go out on a beer run during the night. Sam is not for that.
The motel room smelled faintly of mildew, but it worked like any other motel they’ve been to. The two brothers were both doing their own thing, Sam was doing more research for their next job, and Dean was flipping through channels on the motel TV for the hell of it, drinking the last bottle of beer they had
Not long after, it was finished. Dean sighed as he shook it a bit.
He didn’t exactly consider himself an alcoholic (that much anyway), but he still at least wanted to stock up for the next day. Plus he felt he had to get out for a bit anyway. He was getting a bit antsy.
“We’re out of beer.” Dean announced with a sigh.
Sam, sprawled out on the bed with his laptop, barely looked up. “Yeah, because you drank it all.”
“Gonna go to the store,” Dean said, grabbing his jacket.
Sam glanced at the clock on the nightstand, raising an eyebrow. “It’s eleven o’clock at night, Dean. Can’t it wait until morning?”
“Nope.” Dean snatched up his car keys from the table and turned toward the door.
“Dean,” Sam said warningly, sitting up straighter. “You’re not seriously going out now just for beer.”
“Why not? It’s beer.”
Sam groaned, rubbing his temples. Before Dean could make it to the door, Sam stood and, in one swift motion, plucked the keys from Dean’s hand.
“Hey!” Dean whirled around, glaring. “Give those back.”
“No.” Sam said firmly, holding the keys behind his back.
Dean narrowed his eyes. “Sam, don’t you start.”
“Dean, it’s late, you’re tired, and we don’t need you getting pulled over or worse just because you’re out on a beer run.”
Dean took a step forward. “I’m not going to get pulled over. Just hand them over.”
Sam shook his head, backing away toward the far side of the room. “Nope. You’ll thank me in the morning. You can’t get too drunk, we still have a case to work tomorrow.”
Dean’s demeanor turned a bit more playful, but still glaring. He inched toward Sam slowly.
“What are you… Dean, wait!” Sam tried to sidestep as Dean lunged at him, but the motel room didn’t leave much room to get around. Dean tackled him onto the bed, pinning him down easily. Sam may have been taller and bigger, but Dean knew his baby brother lile the back of his own hand.
“Give me the keys!” Dean barked, reaching for Sam’s hand.
“No! Get off, Dean!” Sam shouted, twisting and squirming as he tried to keep the keys out of Dean’s reach.
Dean’s frustration quickly turned into amusement as Sam wriggled beneath him. He remembered the countless times that they’ve done this when they were kids. He remembered exactly what he would do to make Sam give in. Dean’s grin slowly turned wicked.
“Oh, you’re getting it now.” he said, his voice low and teasing.
Sam froze for a second. “Dean… what are you- g-gYAh!”
Dean didn’t respond. Instead, he darted his hands to Sam’s sides, digging his fingers gently into his flank.
“Dehean nohoho!” Sam burst into high pitched hysterical giggles, his body bucking wildly. “Stohohop, plehehease!”
“Not until you give me the keys.” Dean replied simply, grinning as he kneaded his fingers into Sam’s ribs. “Man, I forgot how ticklish you are!”
“AHHahahaha ihihim nOHOhot!” Sam cried out. The loud, bubbly laughter pouring out of him reminded Dean of back when they were kids. Sam had the same little habits. Little squeaks in his laughter, his feet kicking out. His hands trying to reach for Deans arms to push uselessly. Sam was bigger now, but way too ticklish for his own good. It made Sam’s size meaningless.
“Oh, really? What’s this then?” Dean teased, moving his hands to Sam’s belly and squeezing just above his hips.
“PLeHEHeHahase! Nahahaha NOHOHot thehehere!” Sam shrieked, trying to twist away.
“Not the belly, huh?” Dean grinned as he sunk his fingers into it over Sam’s shirt and vibrated his fingers in. An old trick. And it clearly still worked. Sam’s laughter turned up louder and more frantic, writhing as his back arched.
“Oh and what about here? This still bad for you?” Dean’s hands darted to Sam’s armpits, wiggling his fingers in the sensitive hollows.
Sam howled with hysterical laughter, his arms instinctively snapping down to try to protect himself. “DEHehehan! Stohohop! I cahahahan’t!”
“Can’t what? Give me the damn keys?” Dean teased, his grin widening. He missed seeing his brother like this. So carefree, happy. He hadn’t heard Sam’s genuine and real laughter since they were kid’s.
Sam didn’t respond, too lost in his frantic, uncontrollable laughter as he pawed weakly at Deans chest and arms. The car keys were miraculously still in Sam’s fist.
“Hey remember that one spot I know you just loved?” Dean smirked, trailing his hands back to Sam’s ribs. “You always got weak right about…here.”
Dean’s fingers found the soft part of Sam’s ribcage, right at the bottom where the floater ribs were. He gently dug his fingers in lightly, kneading the area.
“NAHAHAHA! DEHEHEAN! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
“Bingo!” Dean said triumphantly with a wide grin, focusing his efforts on the spot. “This was your ultimate weakness, wasn’t it? Just these little ribs right here and, boom, you were gone!”
Sam was completely in stitches now. His laughter now high pitched, frantic, and desperate. His body writhed and twitched helplessly beneath Dean. “PLEHEHEASE! AHAHA! OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY!”
Dean paused for a moment, his hands still resting on the soft spot on his ribs. “You giving me the keys?”
Sam nodded frantically, gasping for air. “Y-yehehes! Juhust stohohop!”
Grinning, Dean plucked the keys from Sam’s hand and climbed off him.
Sam rolled onto his side, little giggling still leaking out weakly, as he tried to catch his breath. “You’re an ass.” he muttered between gasps.
“Yeah. But now I’m an ass with car keys,” Dean said with a smirk, jingling them triumphantly.
Sam shot him a glare but didn’t move to stop him as Dean grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
“See ya later Sammy!” Dean said with a wink before disappearing out the door.
Sam sighed and rolled to his back. His breathing and nerves finally stabilizing.
He smiled to himself despite the torture Dean just put him through. It felt good knowing Dean was the same old goof of a brother that he was when they were kids.
Summary: Sam and Dean are wrapped up in a game of chase. Castiel is confused.
Pairing: None (Maybe Destiel if you squint)
Word Count: 1293
A/N: ikik another SPN fic… I can’t help it :v
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The bunker was quiet as there wasn’t much to do. There were no apocalypses, no universes shattering, no Lucifer… just a normal day.
And there, sitting on the couch, was the former angel of the Lord, Castiel, hands clasped in his lap as he stared at the wall with his usual pensive expression. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of boots pounding against the floors, as well as familiar voices shouting through the halls.
“Get back here, Sammy! You know what’s coming!” Dean yelled, his voice carrying a mixture of playfulness and warning.
Sam darted around a sharp corner, his longer legs giving him a slight advantage over his older brother. The angel could overhear the back and forth and the rapid footsteps, but he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what was going on.
“Come on, man! I didn’t finish it on purpose! If you wanted it so bad, you should’ve put your name on it!” cried the younger Winchester, his laughter echoing through the labyrinthine halls.
The noise was quite distracting. Castiel considered moving thinking spots before the brothers came bounding into the living area, giving the angel a start.
Sam ran in first, darting behind the couch before Dean followed, taking a wide stance on the opposite side, his hands raised and his fingers formed like claws. Throughout this, neither of them even acknowledged their angelic friend, who could only hope to figure out what on earth was unfolding in front of him.
“Excuses, excuses!” Dean growled, a playful grin on his face as he circled the couch, attempting to subtly close the distance between him and his brother. “You know what happens when you mess with my pie!”
Just as Dean was about to lunge, Castiel’s gravelly voice caught their attention.
“Has Dean been possessed? Why do you appear to be so… urgent?”
The brothers stopped in their tracks, sharing a baffled look before turning back to Castiel.
“Cas, Dean isn’t possessed…” Sam explained, a small, amused smile on his lips. Meanwhile, that cheeky expression found its way back to the older Winchester’s face as he eyed the youngest in the room.
“Oh, I’m possessed, alright… possessed by the tickle monster!” he growled before jumping toward Sam while the younger was distracted, his fingers latching onto the man’s sides and digging in with vigor.
As Sam yelped and burst into a fit of boisterous laughter, grappling onto the back of the couch to try and keep upright, Castiel cocked his head to the side, looking more confused than before as he watched the scene unfold.
“Tickle monster? I do not recall reading about this in lore books… I suppose the name is self-explanatory… How do you defeat it?”
The laughter only got louder at that question, and Sam shook his head, trying his best to answer their friend’s question while his brother was destroying him with tickles.
“N-No, no, no, it’s not a real—haha—monster! Dean’s just being a goof!”
Odd… so this was a playful thing? Castiel had made a lot of progress over the years, but sometimes he thought he’d just never truly understand humans.
“Ah… so you’re not really in danger?”
Dean chuckled, shaking his head as he moved to target the younger’s tummy, causing him to shriek and double over in hysterics. “Nope. The only thing Sammy’s in danger of is dying of laughter… Ain’t that right, Sammy?”
“Shut uhuhuhup!” came Sam’s frantic response.
Castiel’s brow creased with puzzlement, his eyes scanning the scene as if that would help him put the pieces together.
“Why were you chasing him then? He seemed quite alarmed.”
“Because it makes it more fun!”
It seemed that every answer only led to more and more questions. Why on earth would being chased be fun? Castiel had been chased before, and he recalled it as a very unpleasant experience.
“Fun? I fail to see how running for your life could be ‘fun,’” he said bluntly, tuning out the sound of Sam’s squeals as the elder’s fingers scribbled all over his belly.
Dean rolled his eyes and decided to show Sam some mercy so that they could help their angel friend out, giving his younger brother a pat on the shoulder and helping him stand. How on earth were they supposed to explain this to an angel? It was clear that Castiel didn’t have even a shred of understanding on this matter, so they were practically starting from nowhere.
“It just kind of is… the thrill of the chase, y’know?” Dean tried his hand at explaining, admittedly doing a horrible job. As the taller man sat up and plopped onto the couch, he decided to take a crack at it.
“It’s just a playful thing, Cas… When you’re not in any danger and you’re just messing around, chases can be pretty fun.” Sam smiled, trying his best to put it in simple terms. He’d also learned that it was better to explain things in a more blunt manner, since the angel could be quite… literal.
Castiel hummed, nodding slightly. “I see… Perhaps I should try to engage more. I often forget to, as Dean once put it, be less angelic.”
Dean gave a snort of laughter, raising his hands to threateningly wiggle his fingers at the angel. “Oh, buddy, you do NOT wanna get roped into this!”
At that, the angel gave a tilt of his head, his expression a mixture of amusement and bewilderment as he processed his friend’s words. “Dean, I do not believe you could take me… I am an angel of the Lord.”
Sam’s gaze bounced back and forth between the two, interested to see where this would go. Should he intervene? Maybe… but how? And frankly, why? This was pretty damn hilarious. And so, he kept his mouth shut, choosing to observe, but not before popping in with a friendly warning.
“Cas, I really wouldn’t challenge him… He’s ruthless,” he said, his voice the kind that speaks from experience. And if anyone could speak from experience on this matter, it was definitely Sam.
But the angel did not heed Sam’s warning. “Perhaps to you, Sam. But a human cannot merely take down an angel of the Lord.”
Dean’s eyes were twinkling with mischief, subtly shuffling closer to his angelic friend, hands raised menacingly. Dean was always up for a challenge. “Don’t tempt me, angel… I’ll make you eat those words.”
Castiel crossed his arms, giving a huff of disbelief. “Words cannot be eaten, Dean,” he stated matter-of-factly. It was at this moment that Sam realized he might have an out for the long, drawn-out tickle attack he would endure had this not become a thing. So, he sat up and casually started to shuffle away.
“Well, you guys have fun… Just try not to kill each other.”
He got all of three steps away before he heard a shrill shriek, and when he turned around, he saw his older brother straddling Castiel’s hips and digging his fingers into the angel’s ribs. While Sam wanted to stick around and watch the endearing scene, he knew it would only be a matter of time before Dean remembered their unfinished business… so he had to skedaddle.
“Oh, don’t think this means you’re off the hook, Sammy! Once I’m finished with this angel, you’re toast!”
And that was Sam’s cue to run… again.
While the angel didn’t fully understand games of chase, he did understand friendship and brotherhood… and that was precisely what he got from the Winchesters. Maybe he’d come around eventually, but for now, he was more than content to play around the Winchester way… with lots of teasing, banter, and of course, the occasional tickle attack.
Summary: Dean chases a giddy, nervous Cas after deciding to tickle him a little
A/N: ft. lee!Cas, ler!Dean, destiel, tickling, fluff, le gasp* another supernatural fic? what is this… 2014?
Words: 211 … [read on ao3]
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“This is childish, Dean!”
“You bet your ass it is!” Dean hollered with glee, skidding to a stop as he rounded the corner and took in his new obstacle. “You’re the one running away!”
Cas gripped the back of a chair as he kept the long table between them. “Dean!” He pressed. “Seriously.”
“Oh, I’m deadly serious.” Dean wasn’t even attempting to hide his grin. He feigned one way, then the next, watching with amusement as Cas reacted each time.
“Dean!” Cas scolded.
Then, with the ease of a practiced fence-hopper, Dean launched himself over the side of the table.
Castiel squawked in surprise — adorable, Dean thought — and scrambled backwards toward the other hall. Dean was close on his heels again in an instant, and Cas couldn’t fight the joyful bubbling of laughter beginning to bloom in his chest.
“The longer you run, the longer I’m gonna tickle you!” Dean threatened.
Cas almost turned around right there, but where’s the fun in that?
Their footsteps echoed through the halls for a while longer before they conveniently came to a stop just next to the couch.
“Nohooho Dean wait–”
A scuffle ensued, limbs tangled as laughter bubbled forth from their lips. “You already made me wait running your ass away!”
Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester (a bit of Castiel)
Word count: 1929
MY BABIES AHHGRRR; I just NEEDED some brothers fluff and HERE WE GO, LEE!SAM FOREVER🙏 love them, here it’s like moments since childhood-season 6 (bc I’m watching it rn) (btw @cringemesstickles I know that you’re a sucker for lee!sam so you might wanna check this one out🤭)
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Dean loved making Sam smile, even though Sam always tried to hide it, making himself look more serious, deep down Dean always knew how to crack him
**
Older Winchester woke up and sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Clock said 8:03 am and he had no idea how he got so early today. John left them for a week.. which turned into two as he couldn’t kill the vampire he was hunting, so two teenage boys spent most of the time in the hotel room; not bothered by trying to pick up a school if they are going to attend it only for a few days.
Sam looked up from his book to take a look at his brother when he froze for half a second, biting back a smile
“What?” Dean asked him, was it something on his face or something?
“Oh no nothing” younger boy replied, trying to focus on his book, but taking a quick glance at Dean. Now him biting back a smile was even more visible
“Is it something on my face?” Dean’s brows furrowed as he asked out loud
He took a half glance in the mirror in the middle of the room and saw how his hair in the middle was slick back, but on the sides it was sticking up in all directions, making him look ridiculous. In what pose did he even had to sleep to get this hairstyle?
He turned his eyes back to Sam, seeing how hard he tried to focus on the book in front of him. They locked eyes as Dean wiggled his eyebrows, trying to play dumb to get the kid to crack
Even though Sammy was quite serious for a kid his age, it wasn’t that hard to make him laugh. 11 year old boy mostly found Dean’s fails funny, when he tried to flirt with a girl but got rejected. These type of fails
“I see you, what’s up? Why are you acting like thi—” Dean didn’t got to finish his sentence when younger boy broke into a stream of giggles. It was really easy to make him laugh sometimes
“Ihit’s juhust youhur hahair” Sam giggled quietly, dimples appearing on his cheeks as his face broke into shy smile. Like he knew it was a bit too childish even for him
Dean took a proper look into the mirror and chuckled too. His eyes were dead and the whole hair thing looked like he experienced getting struck by a lightning
He shook his head, standing up and quickly ruffled kid’s hair too so they would match
“Hehey!” Sam shoved his hand, trying to sound annoyed, but giggles in his voice ruined the whole facade
Yes. As Dean would say, it was pretty easy and unbearably hard to make younger Winchester laugh sometimes. The kid got specific humour
**
“SAMMY”
Sam who was standing in the middle of the room doubled on the floor laughing as he saw his brother’s head sticking from the bathroom doorway. They had a little prank war going on and younger Winchester decided it would be hilarious to put some hair dye into Dean’s shampoo
Dean on the other hand wasn’t so happy. His hair was dripping wet and his neck and shoulders were also covered in dark-ish blue dye. His mouth twitched for a second when he was his brother on the floor laughing his ass off, but taking another look in the mirror reminded him that revenge is necessary
“Come here bitch!” Dean said while putting his pants on and running in Sam’s direction. Long haired teenager quickly tried to stand up, but was immediately tackled to the floor by his brother; not like he put up a fight, Sam was mostly giggling like a madman every time he looked at Dean
“Something funny?” Dean tried to look serious but small grin crept into his face as he saw his brother pinned underneath him “Oh I can give you something to laugh at”
With that said, he wiggled his fingers into Sam’s side, making his giggles transform into full on laughter
Damn it sounded good; Dean could swear his laugh immediately filled the whole room, lighting it up
“You are only 16 kid, the only one old here is me, and apparently I’m gonna have blue hair for the next—MONTH THANKS TO YOU” Dean chuckled as he raised his voice over Sam’s so he would hear him
Sam’s laugh got higher when he darted his eyes at Dean over him who was still dripping in blue colour
“Any last words?”
“IHIHIT WAHAS SOHOHO WOHORTH IHIHIT” Sam looked at Dean one last time before losing himself in his own laughter again. Dean’s grin got wider with every second as he tickled his brother on the motel floor. Maybe he didn’t care that much about his hair
**
“Dean!” Sam squeaked as Dean made a move in his direction
“Sam!” Dean chuckled, mirroring his brother’s tone
They were standing at opposite sides of a table in the motel room, waiting for other one to make a move. Well, long story short — Dean found out Sam still had his weakness in touch, apparently Sam was surprised too
“Don’t!” Sam tried to threaten but smile on his face outweighed all the venom in his voice
Dean was wearing a grin on his own, quickly running around the table to catch his brother
They were doing it for the past few minutes, but this time Dean actually tackled Sam on the floor. Both laughing the whole time they tried to gain an upper hand
“DEHEHEHEAN!”
Older Winchester got his hands squeezing his brother’s knees as he watched his reaction
Sam was okay before.. well maybe a little tired and declined any offer to take a proper sleep, saying that “he was okay taking 2 hour naps every few days”; so as every good brother, Dean just needed an excuse to mess with him. They deserve to have fun once in a while, especially Sam
“Ha! Man you didn’t change— do you still do that? Wait let me check” Dean said as he got his hands to Sam’s ribs, playing them like a guitar
Sam’s laughter transformed into high-pitched giggles that were just music to his brother’s ears
“That’s what you get for not getting to bed. Gosh it’s like I’m 15 again, forcing you to sleep”
Sam’s laughter rang even louder at the recalling memories of their childhood, as joyful sounds came out of him
“And now you are 23 and you didn’t change a bit” Dean grinned, eliciting more sounds form Sam
**
“Ohokay okay, easy tiger” Older Winchester chuckled at his baby brother who drank a bit too much in the bar. Dean was immune for a few shots of tequila, considering how much alcohol he consumes, Sam wasn’t that strong
“What is wrong with him?” Castiel was standing in the middle of the motel room Winchesters were staying
“Has gone a little overboard, but who gives a shit. I finally convinced him to take a few days off and I don’t care that there is a fucking apocalypse, okay? He needed a moment to breathe out” Dean replied as he caught his brother from falling on the floor and threw him on the bed, making it easier for both of them
“So what now?”
“Well, I’m gonna take his coat and shoes off and let him sleep. Oh man, a hangover tomorrow is going to be ruthless” Older brother chuckled
He motioned Cas to come closer and hold Sam’s abdomen as he took the coat of him. On accident, one of Cas’ hands got under younger Winchester’s arms, making him squirm a bit and let out a quiet giggle
“What was that?” Dean and Cas almost said in unison as Dean put his brother’s clothes and shoes in the wardrobe
Dean’s brows knitted together as a small grin broke his face
“Hey Cas, can you spread his elbows like— yeah like that” Dean full on smiled
Angel did as he was told, grabbing both Sam’s elbows and raised them up, spreading them. Meanwhile Sam was too tired to stop anything.
Dean took a step closer, warming his fingers under Sam’s arms. His brother’s face immediately broke down into wide smile when he clamped his arms down, doing nothing to stop the sensation
“What are you do— waHAHEHehait!” Sam got out of Castiel’s grip and slammed his back into the bed where he was previously sitting (or at least tried to). His eyes were squeezed and smile shining, showing all his teeth
“Damn Sammy, a drop of alcohol in you, and you become even more ticklish than when you were a kid” Dean beamed
“What is wrong with him?” Cas now stood up, and standing next to the bed stared at laughing younger brother who couldn’t even put up a fight because he was so intoxicated and an older brother who now was sitting on his lower half, pinning him and tickling him, having a smile on his face as big as Sam’s. A look of confusion and amusement mixing up in angel
“Oh, it’s called tickling. It’s when you touch some parts of the body that make other person laugh. It’s a body reaction our ancestors had back in the day for surviving. Now it’s.. for messing with your baby brother for example”
“And he laughs because it’s body’s reaction” Cas repeated, trying to make sense out of it
“Pretty much”
“Huh” Cas wanted to say something but his hearing focused on Sam’s high-pitched laughter again. Making his face to share the same kind of grin Dean has been wearing
Right now and there he noticed that Sam didn’t laugh enough. His laugh is too nice to hide it under all these layers of seriousness
“heheHESTOHOHOP DEhehean!” Sam laughed, eyes squeezed shut and hands trying to catch his brother but he even when he did he was to tired to do anything that shove lightly at them
Cas and Dean joined him, chuckling everytime he made some funny noise. “Yeah” Cas thought “humans are cute”
**
“Hey, you okay?” Dean’s voice rang through the living room where his brother was sitting
They stayed at Bobby’s for some time, trying to find out more about this “Mother” bullshit, someone that can ruin their world and kill everyone (again)
“You know what I did, Dean. That whole year was—” Sam was interrupted by his brother who nudged him in the side with his elbow
“Come on, we’ve been through this. I— you can’t believe how glad I’m that you’re back. That was not you Sammy”
Sam tried to fight, but found that it’s easier just to listen to Dean. “Yeah, maybe you’re right”
“Dude you couldn’t believe how DRY you were, I mean, your humour was purely based on making fun of something. We were almost killed multiple times because you found demons funny and just laughed at their faces” Dean recalled with amused chuckle
Sam let his own small smile to tug at his lips
“Well, at least I got you back, and you still think I’m a god of comedy” Older brother wigged his brows
“Oh you wish” Sam shook his head with a snicker
“What? I’m hilarious” Dean said, poking his brother which made him giggle
“See? You do still find me funny” Each word was highlighted by a poke to Sam’s side, making him giggle again and playfully slap Dean’s hand
I’m back again! Could I request a supernatural fic with Ler older brother Dean and Sam with Lee younger sister reader please? Thank you 💜💜💜
Thank you so much for requesting!!!!!❤️
Pranks And Tickles:
Sam and Dean Winchester
Reader is about 15-16 years old, set in about season 15 so Sam and Dean would be about 37 and 41 :)
If there was one thing about being a Winchester…It was that you all liked to prank or mess with each other…
Well one day, in a day where you guys aren’t dealing with God and End Of The World problems you decided to lighten the moods and pull a prank on both your brothers.
As we all know, Dean was VERY protective of his car, aka ‘Baby’, and would kill ANYONE who messes with her.
So you decided to take it upon yourself to use fake car stickers to make it look like she was smashed, giving Dean a heart attack and a half and Sam terror and confusion as he was the one who just drove the car.
For the next 20 minutes the bunker is filled with back and forth yelling with you in the kitchen as a laugh is heard from you, Sam and Dean’s heads both wiping around. “What’s so funny? What is so funny about my ‘Baby’ being broken!?” Dean says in a harsh voice. You let out a snicker and walk up where the car is, gesturing the two to follow after.
You show the stickers by peeling them off with a smug look on your face. The drops of Dean’s jaw and slight laugh from Sam were priceless. “You did this? Seriously!” Dean yells as he stops panicking from the near loss of ‘Baby’. “Poor Sammy, always getting the blame…” You say in a sing song voice.
The two brothers glare at one another, then back at you. “Say Dean…do you remember what we used to do when Y/N was younger, and she was being a smartass?” Sam asks in a teasing tone. Dean immediately picks up on what he’s talking about and smirks, crossing his arms. “Ahh yes…the one monster she could never defeat…”
The drop of your smug smile was never quicker as you knew EXACTLY what they were hinting at. “Oh shit…” You immediately bolt back down into the bunker, slowly being followed by your brothers.
After a very short minute of running, Dean swoops in and carries you Princess Style onto the couch, where he lays you down with your back against his chest. “Here’s to payback.” He says to Sam with an arm raise, which is then returned. “Here’s to payback.”
And with that, you feel two strong hands skitter across your waist and ribs and another two strong hands grip at your ankles and scribble across your feet.
You let out a loud squeal and start giggling, twitching and squirming in the grasp of your oldest brother. “SAM! DEAN!”
The two brothers smile at the sound of their little sisters giggling and continue. “You know how Dean feels about ‘Baby’…” Sam says as he wiggles his fingers under your toes. “It's just a stupid car!” You giggle out your words, hearing the gasp on Dean. “It is not! She’s beautiful!” Dean says as he starts tickling you even harder.
The combination of tickles eventually grows too much and you begin to squeal. “OKAY OKAY! ILL NEVER TOUCH YOUR PREVIOUS ‘BABY’ AGAIN!” You yell out through your more manic giggling.
The brothers look at each other and decide to show pity and stop their tickling, Sam standing up and Dean keeping you pressed against his chest. “You’re a little menace…”
