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cherray-blawsm When you and the boys go to a karaoke bar, you didn’t expect to have fun. Not because you are lame or anti-social or anything, but just because Dean tends to be a bit of a jerk in public settings. But when he starts messing with you, you have no choice but to prove just how fun you can be.
“Alright, now this is
what I’m talking about!”
You shot Sam a quick look as Dean rubbed his hands together
excitedly before he waved down the nearest waitress at the karaoke bar that you and the boys had
stopped at on the drive home. At Dean’s excited expression, Sam rolled his
eyes, pressing a hand to his forehead exasperatedly.
“Nothing like spending an entire evening with stupid people,
good drinks and even better music.”
You stifled a laugh at how happy Dean looked. Honestly, he
had a right to be, he gutted that vamp in record time and he barely even got a
speck of gore on him all week. This may have been his best week in hunting
record, and his pleasant nature was almost blinding. As the waitress came up,
boredly blowing a bubble in her chewing gum, Dean waved his hand around the
table widely, shooting you a cocky look. “Come on, guys. This place is awesome!”
“You keep using that word.” You mumbled, and Dean shot you a
look, his eyebrow quirked in playful wit. You saw him look at you and you felt
a faint blush work onto your cheeks and you looked away as you sheepishly
finished the movie quote. “I don’t think it means what you think it means.”
“Cute, Y/N. Nothing quite as sexy as a girl who isn’t afraid
to quote some Princess Bride in
public.” Dean chuckled at his own joke as you threw a packet of sugar at him as
hard as you could, which he easily blocked.
“I literally can’t take you two anywhere.” Sam mumbled, his
face buried in his hands. You could see him struggling to stifle a laugh and
you quickly rammed your shoulder into his.
“That does put a damper on our relationship.”
At your words, Dean broke out into a fit of laughter as you
smiled at Sam smugly. From across the table next to Dean, Cas narrowed his eyes
with a frown, puzzlement written all over his innocent face. “I don’t
understand that reference.”
You laughed and turned away from the boys so Cas wouldn’t
God, you loved those boys…
“What do you want?” The waitress droned on, not looking up
from her notepad. You shook your head with a smirk, hiding down behind the menu
that had been thrown at you when you all entered the establishment. If that
chick knew that the three best-looking men in the universe were sitting in her
booth she probably would stand up just a little straighter.
“Tell you what, sweetheart,” Dean smiled up at the waitress
with a suave quirk of his perfect lips. “I’ll make it easy for you; four
Millers to start and four cheeseburgers, with the works.”
“Dean—” Sam started to object, but Dean held up a hand.
“Shut your cake hole, Sammy. This is a fun place, and you
aren’t going to go vegetarian on me tonight, so suck it up.”
Sam let out a sigh and rolled his eyes with a hopeless smile
as the waitress turned and walked away with your orders.
You looked up at Castiel’s voice. “Hmm?”
Cas frowned and pointed to his nose. “You’ve got a little
blood on your nose.”
You blinked and rubbed your sleeve across the bridge of your
nose frustratedly. You hadn’t exactly had the cleanest kill of your life at the
hunt that day, but that wasn’t unusual. You were used to the boys ridiculing
your skills. But the way you saw it, a kill was a kill, and you were already
pushing at Dean’s personal record yourself.
Dean laughed as you smiled at Cas. “Better?”
Dean shook his head and shot you a look. “You’re such a
You frowned. “I am not!”
“Please, Y/N.” Dean leaned back in his seat with a cocky
grin on his face. “Out of everyone in this bar, you are clearly the most
“Says the guy who made us stop at a karaoke bar,” you
retorted with a snort as the waitress came back to toss four beers on the
table. You thanked her and took the closest one with a grin before taking a
“Um, excuse you.” Dean snapped, feigning faux injury at your
words as he pressed a palm to his chest. “Karaoke bars are the best.”
“No.” Sam and you both spoke up at the same time, and you
let out a laugh to match the younger Winchesters at the humor of the moment.
“I do not see the appeal.” Cas murmured, looking over a
table as a woman laughed loudly and spit out her drink across her friend’s
“Cas.” Dean rolled his eyes and took a beer and handed the
angel another. “Do not make me retract my previous statement. For once, Y/N’s
the lame one, not you.”
Castiel narrowed his eyes but took the drink as you glared
at Dean as Sam chuckled under his breath at your annoyed expression. “Oh, come
on, guys!” You tried to pout but your smile was growing. The loud bar was full
of laughter and it was purely contagious. “I’m cool!”
“You came downstairs yesterday in a Winnie the Pooh t-shirt.”
Sam interjected softly.
You shot Sam a sharp look and he shrugged innocently at you.
You let out a scoff as the music grew a tiny bit louder. “I am the best hunter
on the East Coast. Are you seriously going to pick a fight with me, Winchester?”
Dean cocked his eyebrows nonchalantly. “I never said you
weren’t a good hunter. I said you were lame.” You folded your arms and glared
at him from across the table until Dean leaned back smugly. “Face it, if you
hadn’t come here with us, you probably wouldn’t have gone out tonight.”
“I know how to have fun!”
“Not to pick sides here,” Sam added suddenly, “but he has a
“You did have a panic attack when that guy we saved last
month asked you out. Practically ran out the door and drove away without us.”
“Exactly!” Dean raised a hand to his brother acknowledging
his help. “All I am saying is you wouldn’t know how to have a good time if it
wasn’t for us.”
You let out a scoff of contempt but Dean only shot you a
charming smile. “So you’re welcome.”
You glared at Dean for a long time before you took another
drink. “I had a life before you, just so you know.”
You looked up at Dean’s rough voice, unsure if you heard him
Dean pursed his lips cockily. “I said, prove it.” You
blinked at him and he gestured to the stage. “Next song.”
13.“Kiss me.” with reverse Dippica; if not, then regular Dippica
Sorry that this took forever! This is my first shot at writing Reverse Falls, and I’m pretty sure I fell into every single trope ever, but I hope you like it! Thank you for the prompt!
A/N: These losers are about sixteen here.
Pain spiked through her hand as it struck the wall, held firm by another
hand, larger than hers, over her head. Before she could raise her hand to pry
his fingers from her wrist, a choice curse rising on her tongue, Dipper caught
her other hand, pinning it down. She let the curse out anyway.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he drawled with an arched brow.
“Likewise,” she spat, the syllables tipped with venom.
Pacifica wriggled against his hands, but they held firm, keeping her
securely against the wall. He chuckled and raised his chin, looking down his
nose at her.
“You know, I’m getting tired of playing these games
with you, Northwest,” Dipper drawled. The lilt in his voice proved otherwise:
he was enjoying it way too much.
“The feeling is mutual,” Pacifica countered with a lofty look. “It’s
getting a little old, beating you every time.”
…okay, maybe she was enjoying it a bit too much, too.