Oh God, idk if this was a bad idea or…? Hehe, I tried! Don’t kill me, please, this was my first time ever even attempting to write anything tickle related… how did I do?
All That Matters
Three word prompt: wrestle, growl, rain
“Why does it have to be raining?” you said, miserably staring out of the window. Rain was falling heavily from the sky, hammering against the glass and battering on the roof. You had planned to go and visit a friend you had met while working a case with your brothers a while back, but Dean had absolutely refused to take his newly-painted Baby out in this kind of weather.
“Ask Chuck,” Sam said, looking up only briefly from his laptop to smile at you. You didn’t return the smile, however, deciding to simply slump in your chair and cross your arms dejectedly over your chest.
Sam sighed and closed his laptop, leaning back in his chair to look at you. “What is it, Y/N?” he asked, raising an eyebrow when you turned to glare at him.
“You know what’s wrong, Sam,” you said, glare softening at the look on your brother’s face. “I can’t go and see Becky because Dean’s stupid car might get ruined.”
“Hey,” came a new voice, and you and Sam turned to see Dean walking up the stairs towards you, paint stained all over his plaid shirt. “What did Baby ever do to you?”
Rolling your eyes, you slumped even more in your seat.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, the younger of the two making a face which clearly said ‘speak to her’.
Dean made a face back, before sighing defeatedly. “You wanna do something, Y/N?” he asked, walking over to you.
“No. I’ll be fine. Go back to Baby, I’m sure she’s missing you.”
“Watch it,” Dean said, moving forward and giving you a well-aimed poke at your side. You giggled, batting at his hands, before regaining your bad-tempered face. “Come on,” he said, “get up.”
“Why?” you asked.
“We’re gonna have a wrestling match. If you win, I’ll take you to your friend’s tomorrow.”
“Really?” you said excitedly, sitting up in your seat and looking at him. “You’ll take me to Becky’s?”
“Yeah,” Dean said. “Baby’ll be fixed up by then.”
“And if you win?”
“You have to promise not to whine about my choice of music when we work on the next hunt.”
Sam laughed at that, shrugging at the helpless look on your face. Let’s just say, Dean’s taste in music was not exactly… your thing.
“Deal?” Dean said, a smirk on his face, and you hesitantly nodded.
“Fine,” you said, mumbling a quiet “jerk” when he had started to walk away.
You didn’t know how you had ended up where you were.
Completely out of breath.
On the floor.
Being pinned down by Dean Winchester.
“Get. Off!” you huffed, pushing at your older brother’s shoulders.
This wrestling match had lasted three minutes at most.
Surely it wasn’t fair when one of them was a fully grown, demon-beating, angel-stabbing man, and the other a sixteen-year old who only went with her brothers on hunts because they didn’t trust someone not to sneak into the bunker and kill her while they were gone.
“I won,” Dean smirked down at you, fighting your slapping hands and pinning your wrists to the bunker floor.
“Yeah, I kinda got that,” you said, struggling against the hunter. “Now get off!”
“No can do, kiddo,” Dean said, and suddenly, that mischievous glint was shining in his green eyes. “Sammy and I wanna see that smile.”
“What?”
“You’ve been acting so goddamn depressed all day, just because I can’t take you to your friend’s house. Gimme a proper smile, and I’ll let you go.”
“Let me go, and I’ll give you a proper smile.”
“Doesn’t work like that, sweetheart.”
“It does for me,” you said, and you quickly brought your leg up and kneed him in the stomach.
Dean gasped, eyes squeezing shut and hands flying to where you hurt him. Laughing, you rolled away from him and stood up, running in the opposite direction… and flying straight into Sam, who quickly reached down and hoisted you over his shoulder.
“You alright, Dean?” he chuckled. Dean made a face, sitting up and rubbing his stomach.
“Son of a bitch,” he hissed, easing himself to his feet and turning to glare at you.
“I’m gonna tell mom you called her that,” you said with a grin, turning your head around to look at your brother from where you were still hanging over Sam’s shoulder.
“Very funny,” Dean said.
“I know right? I’m hilarious. Now, um, Sammy?”
“Mhm?” the moose said, tightening his grip around your legs.
“Why’re you holding me?”
“I’m being a considerate younger brother and making it easier for Dean to tickle you.”
“Easier for- what? What did you say?” You were starting to panic now. Had you head him correctly? Of course you had, what were you thinking? It wasn’t exactly the least obvious thing in the world that Dean would want to retaliate after what you did.
“You heard him, sis,” Dean said, beginning to stalk towards you. Oh God. Oh no. Holy crap. Sh*t. F*ck. Crappity crap crap crap.
“Please, Dehehean noho!” You were already giggling, Sam having turned you around and lowered himself to the floor, holding you against his chest. He was starting to chuckle along with you, your giggles contagious.
“Dean Dean Dean I’m sohorry plehehease!”
“You sound like I’m about to murder you,” Dean said, smiling as he moved closer.
“You are!”
“Calm down,” the hunter chuckled, kneeling in front of you and Sam and making a show of cracking his knuckles. Slowly, he started to move his hands towards you, wiggling his fingers slightly. You stared wide-eyed at them, suddenly squealing when you felt fingers at your ribs.
Dean winked and sat back. “Made you look.”
Sam’s wiggling digits were torture. He was somehow managing to tickle your sides and lower ribs while still keeping a firm hold on you. How unfair could someone be? “Nohohoho Sahahammy!” you laughed, desperately trying to evade his hands.
“There’s that smile!” Dean said, throwing his hands into the air in achievement, quickly bringing them down again and grabbing you out of Sam’s arms into his own. He wasted no time in wiggling his fingers into your stomach, vibrating them and forcing laughter to escape your mouth.
“NohohoHOHOHOHO DEHEHEHE!”
“Yeah, Y/N?” the older Winchester said, still rapidly tickling at your ribs with one hand, and holding your wrists together with the other.
“STOHOHOHOP IT!!!! PLEEEASE!”
“Why?”
“BECAUSEHEHE IHIT TIHICKLES!”
“We would never have guessed!” Sam chuckled, sitting back and stretching his legs out in front of him, relishing in the sound of his little sister’s beautiful laughter. You had clearly been feeling very upset recently, preferring to stay in your room and not really talking much to anyone unless asked. Castiel had noticed it, too, and had tried very hard to make things a bit happier for you, randomly showing up at the bunker at times with bags of junk food. Your laughter wasn’t heard much at all anymore. Ever since finding out Mary had practically betrayed her family and began to work with the British Men of Letters, you had started to lose your grip on the fact that you had your mom back. She wasn’t the same. She… she seemed to suddenly understand this new, modern world, and had gone off on her own path. This had upset you. Horribly.
But times like these… times where you forgot about everything and focussed on having a good time with your brothers… they were everything to you. You loved them more than anything in the world – including Cas – and you wouldn’t change them for the world. Even if they did pin you down and tickle you to tears more times than you could count.
“Okay, okay,” Dean said above the noise of your laughter, “just gotta do one more thing, then I’ll stop.” And he quickly let go of your wrists, immediately aiming straight at your – still raised – underarms. Simultaneously, he bent his head down, gripped your shirt in his teeth, pulled it up, and blew on your skin. Hard.
Your laughter went silent. Dean’s wriggling fingers trapped in your underarms, along with his mouth blowing raspberry after raspberry on your stomach, made your nerves light with a fire. A fire which caused every hair on your body to stand on end, and tears to leak from your shut eyes, and laughter to fall to nothing in your mouth.
Dean realized that, if he didn’t stop soon, you’d be nothing more than a worn-out puddle of giggliness on his lap. He sat up straight, withdrew his arms, and smiled fondly as you curled up into a ball and, still giggling, tried to calm yourself. “Yohohu are so ho-horrible!” you managed to wheeze out, and Dean pinched your side.
“Careful, sis,” he said, watching you squeak and try to cover your lower body. “I may be too tired to do a round-two, but Sammy’s perfectly fine.”
You looked up at your moose of a brother, eyes widening when he let out a mock-growl. “Sohohorry!” you apologised quickly.
“For what?” Dean prompted.
“For, um… for kneeing you,” you said guiltily. Maybe that had been a little too harsh.
“And?” Sam asked.
You frowned. What else did you need to apologise for?
“When we ask you to smile, just smile,” Dean said softly, seeing you needed help with figuring it out and gathering you into his arms. “Seeing it on your beautiful face makes us feel so much better. You’ve been in a bad mood for days now, sweetheart. You know we love you more than we can say. Let us help you.”
You sighed, wrapping your arms around your brother and burying your face into his shirt. “Okay,” you whispered, though it was loud enough for them both to hear. Sam moved forward and leaned down to smooth the blonde hair out of your face and kiss your forehead.
They may be jerks, idiots, and complete and utter bitches… but they were amazing. They were always there for you, and they were the best big brothers you could have possibly asked for.
You loved them, and that was all that mattered.
FANFICSANDFLUFF’S NOTE:
GIIIRRRRL YOU’RE A NATURAL AT TICKLE FICS!!!! And again, you are a damn saint for doing this for me!!!!!! Thank you thank you thank you! I look forward to future things you write if you ever do make that blog!
Both my babies died and I CANT TAKE IT HELP ME D': also.. jeez. You're allowed to have an opinion. People who say you can't are stupid. ~ Sherl
LMFAO you’re caught up, too, I take it? Lol I’m so sorry for your losses, babe. I’m quite upset in my own way, too (had my own little mental freakout and slapping of my bed post-deaths)
Ta-da! Here’s my fic for sherlock!anon, whose birthday was today! She requested sister!reader with any older brothers from different fandoms that she listed. And I really only pictured the prompt happening with Sam and Dean. You are an amazing person, so I really hope you enjoy my gift for you!
Littlesister!reader of Sam and Dean Winchester fic
Please Enjoy!
You felt it again. Barely noticeable, but it was the repetitiveness of the tiny flicks against the back of your head and neck. Chewed off pieces of eraser again. Or perhaps spit balls. You never bothered to look behind you to check.
It's always been like this. The small attacks on your self esteem either in class or walking down the hallways. Your friends did defend you and cared for you when you went to them for advice or consolation. The bullies had always sort of followed you.
And you'd listen to your friends' support. Always. You took in how they always told you it wasn't you, it was the asshole bullies. But your own self esteem had been tanked since day one, so you'd always think it was something about you that made people hate you. They didn't even know you, though. Was it my hair? The way I walk? My complexion? Was I too fat, too thin? You never bothered to stop a bully calling you a bitch in the hallway to inquire why exactly you were considered a bitch.
Though these issues had plagued you for probably years, you'd only opened up once or twice to your older brothers. And each time they were unhelpful, wanting to beat the crap out of the bullies or scare them shitless of their knowledge of the supernatural.
It was at times like these; the ones when you'd drive home from school with tears in your eyes after another tough day; the ones where you wished with all your might that you had a dad and mom to go home to who'd comfort you and wish you well and wow, maybe even handle these issues like adults.
But no, you had Sam and Dean Winchester. You loved them to death. They'd protect you at all cost. It just wasn't the right time to go to them. They hardly helped with things like these.
With the car parked in the garage (not the precious Impala, of course. just one of the dumpier rides), you swiftly walked inside, hoping you didn't run into either of your brothers.
Dean was lounging in the living room when you opened the door and he smiled, "Hey, Y/N. How was school?"
"Fine. How was your day?" you asked in return, stepping into the room.
"Spent a lazy day looking for cases."
"Oh nice," you remarked, "I'm tired, so I'm gonna go nap, okay?" you said and walked straight past the living room to seek refuge in your own bedroom.
Dean nodded, "Sure. Rest up."
You usually played your troubles off well when the bullies really bothered you again. Dean had no clue half the time. It was almost always Sam who'd read into you more and ask you what was really wrong. Luckily, no Sam in sight today.
You dropped off your heavy bookbag on the floor in your room and shut the door. You sighed and shrugged off your jacket, tossing that onto a coat rack before flopping into bed.
You sighed and curled up with a pillow in your arms. You shut your eyes, imagining the warm grip of your imaginary mother or father holding your arm and rubbing it slowly and lovingly. Your lip quivered and you clutched your pillow tighter, sniffling before droplets of tears fell from your eyes.
This was the part you hated the most. The crying. Why don't people respect each other? Why must there be bullies in the world? Sure. Demons, shapeshifters, vampires, werewolves, and ghosts all exist. That's fine. We hunt the fuckers. But bullies? No one does anything drastic about them. Nothing really stops them. That didn't seem to be at all fair. They go on living their lives while you're stuck in bed, incapacitated, feeling depressed, and crying into your pillow.
There was a brief knock on your door all of a sudden, and you had no time to wipe your eyes or anything, so your door was just opened, Sam looking in to ask, "Hey, Dean wanted me to ask you what you wanted for dinner... Y/N?"
You sighed and lowered your teary eyes, looking down at your pillow through the blurry vision, "Whatever you guys want..." your voice was shaky and raspy. Not very convincing.
Sam stepped into your room and flicked on the light. You winced.
"What happened? What's wrong?" Sam walked forward and sat himself on your bed with you, his eyes filled with worry.
"Nothing... Sam, please go. I'm fine," you tried saying, now rubbing your eyes. Sam reached over and handed the tissue box to you. You hesitated before taking one and blowing your nose.
"You're obviously not fine. Tell me what happened," Sam said softly.
"It's dumb. You won't help anyway," you turned bitter suddenly, preferring to just be left with your thoughts at this time. So you could let your imagination run and destroy the crushing remarks and actions of the bullies. Or perhaps let those thoughts consume you instead. It was a chance you'd been willing to take.
Sam frowned, "You don't know that. Look, I'm your best shot right now. I'm here for you, Y/N."
"Thanks but no thanks."
Sam sighed, "I'm gonna get Dean. You can't keep doing this to us," he stood and walked out.
"Sam, wait--!" but he'd already gone and you groaned, laying down and shutting your puffy red eyes. You did not want to face them. Not now.
Sam returned almost immediately with his brother at his side.
"Okay, spill," Dean didn't waste as much time sweet-talking than Sam had. He sat at the foot of the bed and stared at you, slapping your knee lightly, "What happened today?"
You sighed and opened your eyes, sitting up. You rubbed your arm, "You won't understand. You never do..."
"Try us," Sam added.
You looked between the two and decided to try your luck, "It's just the... the bullies at school. They haven't stopped."
Dean glared, "Those fucking bastards... I swear, Y/N, just give me their names and I'll take care of them for you. We'll make them transfer schools so you won't have to--"
"No!" you shouted, "Dean, no! See!? This is what I'm fucking talking about! You never listen! Never! You hear one word a-and it's like it triggers you to react in the same way every damn time! Just-Just understand for once!" your tears had acted up again.
"Hey hey, calm down--" Sam attempted to cut in and rub your arm but you shook him off.
"You're never any fucking help! I hate you! Why can't you just be replaced with mom and dad!?" you wailed.
The second you said that, regret flooded your heart. You saw the change in the eyes of your older brothers, as if you took a dagger and stabbed them each through their hearts. There was silence now, only broken by your sudden gasps or sobs or sniffles.
"Well... I want that to," Dean spoke sharply and softly, "You don't think I'd trade my life in an instant for mom to be here for you? Even for dad," he was frowning darkly, "But all you have is us."
"Do you... really hate us that much?" Sam asked softly, sounding as hurt as he looked, his puppy eyes in full effect, getting glossed over.
You whined and pulled your knees up to your chest, burying your face in them. You cried again. You hated yourself for saying that. Why the fuck would you say that to them?
"No.... no no," you repeated through sobs, "I-I'm sorry.... I'm horrible... I should just-just go and die..."
You felt arms wrap around you from your left, recognizing the scent as Sam's.
"Don't you say that," Dean snapped, scooting up to sit on your other side and rub your back, looking sadly down at you. Sam had wrapped you in his arms, his thumb brushing against your arm.
You cried, "But I should!" you looked up in Dean's direction.
"No, you don't. I've wanted that so many times, Y/N," Sam said now, "I've told you in the past. I had the same problems as you do. Maybe not as severe. But I didn't fit in."
"I know, Sammy, I know," you sighed, "I just never get the answers I want from you two..."
"I wanted to kill myself when I thought I lost Sammy," Dean frowned, "But I didn't because I knew I'd find a way to move past it. And he came back to me, so it was a fucking miracle that he didn't come back to my corpse."
You sighed, lip quivering. You nodded, "I know..." They'd told you all these stories before.
"We've watched you grow up, Y/N," Sam pointed out, "We've seen you make something out of nothing. And we don't want to see some jerks at school be the end of you."
"Yeah. In fact, if you had to go, we'd prefer it be in some badass way. On your own terms," Dean grinned softly, trying to lighten the mood.
You huffed, "Y-Yeahah... that's very reassuring..."
Sam sighed, "Don't listen to Dean. We love you."
"We love you so much, Y/N," Dean joined in the hug, "We want to understand. Believe me, we do. We just... you've pointed out that maybe we need some help understanding."
You kept peering down at your hands folded in your lap. You wanted the ideal parents. You didn't know your mom at all, and hardly your dad. Why didn't you grasp sooner the fact that Sam and Dean were your brothers? They weren't your parents. They didn't know how the hell to act like parents, and even if they had a clue, they wouldn't be able to do much. But they were your brothers! That's what they knew how to be. They loved you just as much if not more than your parents would have. They just showed their love in ways brothers would. Of course they wouldn't know how to professionally cure your bully problem. School paperwork was never their forte since they'd been hunting all their lives. They knew how to protect you. They knew how to beat the shit out of monsters and bad guys. So they simply wanted to translate that knowledge to your situation. Hell, maybe it was even the right one in some twisted way. Give them a chance. You just needed to give them a chance to be your brothers.
"I love you, too..." you blurted out softly, your mind having run off for a while after what Dean said.
You could feel the sighs of relief from both brothers, Sam gripping you tighter.
"God, we love you so much, Y/N," Dean repeated and kissed your temple lovingly.
You blushed and sniffed, rubbing your sore eyes.
"I'm sorry for yelling... I was frustrated."
"We know. It happens to everyone. Now, what can we really do?" Sam inquired.
You glanced between the two and smiled softly, "Be there for me. That's it. Keep doing what you do."
Dean smiled back and he winked, "Youhu can count on it, sis."
Sam smiled and nuzzled his nose into your cheek, "We will. Promise."
"And I think I can kick the bullies' asses anyway. I'm just sparing them," you grinned, blushing at the nuzzles you were receiving from Sam.
Dean chuckled, "Thahat's my girl," he ruffled your hair.
You smiled and lifted your arms, pecking Dean's cheek after pulling him closer, and then Sam's, "I do love you guys so much. I'm just a bitch of a sister."
"Yeahah, but that's why we love you. Because you're our sister," Sam chortled, "No matter how bitchy and moody you get."
You rolled your eyes, "Thahanks."
"And annoying."
"And rude."
"Overall unpleasant to be around."
"Pushy."
"I get it!" you yelled out and jabbed each brother in their bellies, "Jehehesus, I'm flawed! We get it!"
Sam yelped and held his tummy, Dean chuckling with a new mischievous glint in his green eyes. You knew that look all too well and your eyes widened, leaning into Sam since he was opposite from Dean, and that was better than being closer to Dean.
"No!" you hissed and batted at his hands when they neared you, "Dohon't you dare, asshole!"
Sam chuckled and grabbed your arms, sliding his grip down to your wrists to effectively yank them over your head, leaving your poor body vulnerable.
You gasped, looking up at Sam, "Traitor! Come on, guys, don't do this! This is for freaking little kids!" you whined.
Dean chuckled, "Ahand what does that make you? An adult?" he smirked before descending his fingers towards your tummy.
You squeaked from the anticipation, sucking in your belly as much as possible, "Dohohon't!" already giggling, dammit. What a wimp! Pull yourself together, you're stronger than this!
Apparently, Dean could read minds now. He saw you bracing yourself for belly tickles, so instead, he attacked your hips, giving them deathly kneads with his thumbs.
Your eyes snapped open and while trying to bite your lip to stop your laughter sounded like a good idea at first, you were immediately lost in giggles when the tickly pulses ran through your sensitive hip bones.
"BAH!" you hacked out, letting out the air you were sucking in all in one instant of laughter, "D-DEHEHEHEAN! ShihihiHIT!"
Sam chuckled, "Did you get more ticklish or something, Y/N?"
"I think she did, Sammy. Which is great for us," Dean smirked evilly as he spidered his fingertips along your stomach now, the original intended destination.
You snorted, "No! No no no nonoNONO! DEHEHEHEHEEE! NAHAHAT THERE!" you were friggin' ticklish everywhere and the two of them knew it. The belly was always a near death spot.
Sam had wrapped your arms somewhat around his neck and held them there, but kept one arm free, starting to flutter a few fingers into your armpits.
You arched your back, laughing loudly. You kicked your legs out that were currently being crushed under Dean's body.
"GUHUHUYS! EEHEEP! SAHAHAMMY STAHAHAY AWAHAHAY!" that had to be cheating, didn't it!? The guy pinning you couldn't tickle you at the same time!
Dean beamed, "It's great to see you laughing and not crying, Y/N."
You blushed and snorted when Dean pinched at your thighs, scooting down on your legs, "ACK! OkahahaHAHAY OKAHAY GREAT! NOHOHOW STAHAHAP!"
Sam chuckled and massaged his digits into your ribs, making you pull on your arms so much that you got one free and tried wriggling out of Sam's grip. But Dean was still sitting on your legs so you weren't going to get far.
"Stohohohop! Dehehe! Sahahahammy, I swehear!"
Dean laughed softly, "Okahay fine. Were we really killing you that much?" he reached over and dipped a finger in your belly button, wiggling it around easily since your shirt had ridden up from the squirming.
"AHA!" you squealed, "Yehehehehes! Yes, you ahahare! Gehet off!"
Dean chuckled and he sat off your legs. He and Sam watched as you lay there and panted, regaining your strength, "Frehehaking jerks..."
Sam shrugged, "It's what older brothers do," he smiled wide.
You sat up and huffed, pieces of your hair sticking in different directions and falling in front of your face. But you smiled widely at Sam and Dean when you saw their already grinning faces smiling back at you.
You chuckled and threw your arms around both of them, "I lohove you guys so much."
"We love you, too, Y/N," Dean hummed and squeezed you back in the hug.
Sam kissed your cheek before hugging back as well, "We'll always love you. And we'll always be here for you."
You beamed and sighed happily. The Winchesters were one of the tightest families around. Nothing would get to you anymore. Not even stupid bullies. You'd have your big brothers to get your back whenever you needed.
THAT NEW GOTG FIC OMG IM IN LOVE!!!! And yeah I know, my OCD is sweird 😂 everything has to end in either a 5 or 0... sorta like a tombola 😂 I'm going to a sleepover tonight with my three friends... but I'm so nervous. My anxiety doesn't let me go to any sleepovers at all, and I haven't been to one for about 2-3 years. :/ but these three are my best friends so hopefully it'll go alright! ~ sherl
hELL YES YOU'RE ON A ROLL! (and even though my OCD is screaming at me that there won't be 5 gotg fics) I CANT WAIT TO READ THEM OMG! I love you babe <3 ~ Sherl
Lol I figured OCD would prefer even numbers but I guess I thought wrong XD Love you too!
Well, I'm in this group in school called Young Enterprise. It's a group of 8, and basically we have to make our own business and run it. There are groups in different schools all over the world, and we've been doing it since September, so today is the West Country finals! If we get through this, we get to London, and then if we get through that its the European finals :p ~ sherl
OH! THAT SOUNDS SO AWESOME! Good luck, babe! Hope you go far <3
