could you do one where the reader and dean get into a prank war and they constantly are trying to one up each other. however, Sam gets annoyed and tries to put a end to it, but the reader and dean team up against Sam and go after him.
You stood back to marvel at your masterpiece, it was ready. “Hey, Dean come here, I need you for something,” you called. You were actually proud of what you had done. You had covered one of the doorways with clear saran wrap so that when your unexpecting victim, Dean Winchester, walked through, they would be met by an invisible wall. You had stationed yourself inside the room so Dean had to walk through to get to you. His footsteps came closer.
"What’s-," he started but quickly ended his sentence. You watched with a delighted smile as his face smushed up against your trap. He stumbled backwards, his eyes wide in confusion. You burst out in a joyful, hearty laugh, and you couldn’t seem to stop. You doubled over, hugging your stomach.
"I got you, Winchester," you could barely speak, you were laughing so hard. Dean tore through the saran wrap, finally realizing what had happened.
"Don’t get too cocky, (Y/N)," he pointed his finger at you, "You better watch your back."
Lunch time was always an exciting time of the day, I mean, what’s better than food? This day, the day after the saran warp incident, you had gotten ahead of yourself when Dean told you lunch was ready. Your stomach overpowered your mind and you forgot to check for traps. You would usually double check your sandwich and look all around you, but today you were extra hungry. Sam and Dean, along with your sandwich, were already seated at the table, but you could only focus on your sandwich. You pulled our your chair, expecting it to hold you, but as you sat down, the support underneath you broke. You fell straight to the floor. Dean’s laugh echoed throughout the room, now it was he who couldn’t control himself. You did have to admit, Dean was a pretty good prankster.
"Oh my God, (Y/N), are you ok," Sam asked concerned. You pulled yourself up, laughing a little.
"Ya, I’m fine," you answered with a grin. "Winchester, I’m gonna get you so good, you just made the biggest mistake of your life."
"Oh, I doubt it’s the biggest mistake," he could barely catch his breath,"But you’re on."
Sam spoke up, catching the two of you by surprise, “No, no you’re not on, you two are going to stop this right now. No more pranks.”
"Aww come on, Sammy, it’s just a little fun. (Y/N)’s ok, (h/s)’s even laughing, right (Y/N)," Dean tried to reason. You nodded your head.
"You’re going to hurt yourselves, it’s dangerous," he insisted. Dean shot you a glance from across the table, it was clear what you would have to do.
It was perfect, really, the contraption that you and Dean had come up with. The ideas you two could come up with when you worked together was astounding, you were unstoppable. But, out of all the ideas, this one was the best. A bag of flour was hung from the ceiling by a rope. This rope was then attached to a pulley and anchored to the ground by Dean, who was hiding around the corner. When Sam walked by, Dean would let go of the rope and the bag of flour would fall on his head, a prankster’s dream. Show time.
"Hey, Sam, can you help me reach something," you called upon your victim. In no time he was making his way to you. When the oblivious Winchester was in the right spot, Dean released the rope. The flour fell directly onto Sam’s head. White powder exploded everywhere. Sam’s hair was dyed white, as well as the shoulders of his shirt. His face was painted. You and Dean immediatley lost it, laughing. The younger Winchester stood expressionless, staring at the two of you.
"You gotta admit, Sammy, that’s pretty funny," Dean choked out. Sam just rolled his eyes.
"You two are five year olds," he muttered.