Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic fluff)
Word Count: 608
Dean and Sam messing with you.
A/N: I actually wrote this on the plane to ChiCon but forgot about it 😂. Based on my annoying piece of fluff of a husband 😊.
Sleep is blissful. You float gently through dreams of flying, surrendered to the peace they bring.
Your world starts spinning and you twirl through the air.
But you feel the grip of sleep loosen, the warmth and restriction of the duvet falling back into your senses as you slip from its grasp.
The world is still spinning. You realise you can’t move your arms or legs as you tumble, and panic begins to grip you.
You hear a soft chuckle.
Adrenaline shoots through your veins and your eyes snap open. You are rollled onto your back and feel yourself flop against the mattress.
Dean Winchester grins down at you.
He chuckles again.
‘Mornin’ sweetheart,’ he says, his voice deep and gravelly but playful.
You try again to move, but find the duvet restricting you.
'What… huh?’ You mumble.
Dean laughs a good belly laugh this time.
'Sammy!’ He calls.
He dashes off.
You hear him just outside your door.
'Sammy, you gotta come see this,’ he says through his laughter.
You hear Sam’s voice approaching your door.
'What is it?’ He asks. 'What did you do?’
You crane your neck to peer out the door and see dean bent double laughing, resting his hands on his knees.
'In there,’ he says, pointing at you.
Sam comes round the corner, his eyebrows raised.
He stops when he sees you, and tries to stop himself, but he can’t. He bites the insides of his cheeks, but his cheeks dimple as he breaks out into a laugh.
'You ok there?’ He asks, looking down at you. Dean joins him stood over you.
You try to struggle but can’t wriggle free.
'Deeeean,’ you groan. 'I can’t move.’
The sound of the brothers laughing is a magical sound, you have to admit. It’s not often you see them both doubled over from proper good belly laughs.
Still. It sucks that it’s at your expense.
'Sam,’ you try. 'Help me, dammit!’
'Dean, come on, I gotta…’ he starts, but breaks out laughing again.
'No, no, Sam! Come on. She’s fine. She’s just…’ he starts to snigger again. 'She’s just a lil sushi roll today.’ He laughs again.
You feel Sam’s hand on you, running down your body on the duvet. He tucks his hand under your back.
'Where even… where’s the end?’ He says, still laughing.
'Saaaaam,’ you say, wriggling again.
Your toes are poking out the end and dean howls with laughter as he sees your toes wriggling. He walks to your feet and starts tickling them.
'Nooooooo!’ You squeal, trying to fight the laughter that pours from you.
Sam pulls the edge of the duvet under you hard and you spiral off, falling off the edge of the bed with a thud.
'Ow,’ you say, looking up at Sam. He is stood frozen, still holding the duvet and waiting for your reaction.
You can’t stop the grin spreading across your face as you rub your arm.
'Oops,’ says Sam, while Dean is leaning against the wall for support as he laughs hysterically.
'I’m gonna kill you both,’ you say, pushing yourself up to stand.
'Oh, crap. Dean,’ Sam says, tapping his brother. 'Run. RUN!’ And they both leg it out of your door and down the corridor.
Your bare feet pound against the floor of the bunker as you follow them to the library. You follow the sounds of their laughter, and even though you’re sore and groggy and genuinely a little pissed they ganged up on you, you actually don’t think you’ve ever heard them laugh this much.
It is a glorious sound, and you never, ever want it to stop.
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