Impressing Dean

mrswhozeewhatsis:

Summary: Dean makes you nervous, but you keep trying to get him to like you.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Sickeningly sweet nicknames. It’s all fluff.

Word count: 360 words (I’ve drabbled twice in two weeks. Pretty sure four scary guys on horses will follow!)

A/N: This is for the @spnfanficpond‘s SPN Season 14 Weekly Episode Writing Challenge Week 3, and the prompt I picked was #4. “It’s marked ‘gross stuff’.” This may also be gross, since I didn’t ask anyone to beta read it for me.

“Hey, honey…?” Sam called from deep
inside the pantry.

“Yes, sugarplum?” you joked,
pulling your head out of the cabinet you were trying to rearrange in the
kitchen island.

Sam’s voice got quieter and more
muffled, so you almost couldn’t hear him. “Where’d you put the quinoa and
couscous? I thought I’d make some with dinner tonight, but I can’t find it now
that you’ve put everything, you know, ‘away’.”

You and Sam were new. Like, really
new. You’d met, fallen into bed, fallen in love, and then moved into the bunker
so quickly, everyone’s heads were spinning. Fitting into such a huge place with
two men who had lived almost bound at the hip for over 35 years was daunting.
They already had systems in place for everything.
The one place neither brother had seemed to really take over was the kitchen. Hoping
it would help you burn off some nervous energy, you’d decided to rearrange everything,
so it made more sense to you, and then take over the cooking duties so the boys
could have some healthy, home-cooked food for a change. You’d finally have a space
that was yours in both the bunker and their lives.

Before you could answer, Dean
walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks, eyeing the multitude of
pots and pans you had strewn around the room while you wiped out the cabinets.
Your blood pressure shot up as your nerves hummed. No matter how friendly he
was, Dean still made you nervous. In your effort to get him to like you and
accept you, you’d managed to spill hot coffee on him and his favorite ‘dead guy’
robe, dent Baby’s grill with your shotgun when you slipped and fell, and get
bleach spots on half of his black t-shirts.

“Baby?” Sam said, sticking his head
out of the pantry door. “Quinoa? Couscous?”

Seeing a chance to maybe help your
cause with Dean, you grimaced playfully and replied, “It’s in the farthest
cabinet on the left. It’s marked ‘gross stuff’.”

Dean barked a laugh and gave you an
approving nod. Maybe there was hope for you and Dean, after all!

Keep reading

I’ve been trying to find it for hours, does anyone know where I can find that old Supernatural post analyzing how Dean is more about the other person’s pleasure during sex than Sam because he’s used to always putting other’s needs first?

I need it for reasons, please if anyone knows I would really appreciate it

Pie for Two

Pie. Cherry pie. Cherry pie, Dutch apple pie, blueberry pie, pecan pie, and a glorious, glistening, piled high strawberry cheesecake pie.
Accompanied by a slap upside the head when someone, said that isn’t a real pie.

Today was a day of celebration and pie. And a few dollar store balloons just to be funny.

Dean had already flipped off Crowley when he tried to ‘be of help’ that morning. Annoying demons, pesky angels and the impending apocalypse can shove it for another day.

You and Dean had taken residence on the worn couch in Rufus’s cabin as soon as you returned from the closest convenience store, the cluttered chest cleared off then covered in pies and the small tv playing something besides porn for once.

“Get your cake loving ass away from my pie Sammy.” Dean glared and hugged the pie tin to his chest when said Moose tried to snatch a piece

“Our pie.” you correct him, and take one of the pies.

Sam let out a huff “You two have four pies, you can’t give me one slice?”

Both you and Dean look up at him, mouths stuffed with pie “No.”

“And it’s five pies.” Dean adds

Sam rolls his eyes and sits at the chair near the chest “You bought five pies and didn’t even pick up a cake so I could have anything. Nice.” he pouts, glancing at the pies

Serving yourself another piece of pie and you can’t help but feel offended by Sam. “You’re a disgrace. An utter disgrace.”

Dean nodded, swallowing his pie “I told you, he’s horrible. What kind of monster compares cake to pie.”

Sam yelped when you smacked his hand with a fork for trying to sneak a slice of pie.

“You know, you’re both horrible. I get you birthday balloons and you wont even let me have one piece of stupid pie.”

“Pie isn’t stupid, you are.” Dean stuck his tongue out when Sam rolled his eyes.

Walking towards the door Sam grabbed his jacket and turned back to the pair sitting happily with the pies “I’m going out.” he declared “And I’m going to have a healthy and delicious salad cup, and have a slice of cake too. So I hope you enjoy your precious pies!” he sneers and slams the door shut in a unhappy moose fashion.

“Welp, more pies for us.” Dean said while sliding another onto his plate.

“He forgot his wallet.” you noted as the sound of the Impala got further from the cabin.