Overview: The reader and Sam decide to mess with Dean through…easily confused wordplay.
Warnings: a smidgen of language, sexual innuendos, fluff, and fruit being sexy
A/N: I asked Lee to give me a prompt yesterday and this is what transpired from it. I had too much fun writing this @wheresthekillswitch :)
It had started as innocent. All things with Sam seemed to start that way, but all things with Sam also had a bad habit of escalating at a rather…fast pace. I’m not claiming clean hands in this – together, Sam and I had always been evil masterminds. And this time wasn’t any different.
We had just gotten back from a grocery run and everyone was helping put the items away. I was unpacking the bag of fruit when a sharp jab to my ribcage from Sam’s elbow made me glare and roll my eyes at him. He just wiggled his eyebrows at me, unable to keep the excited grin off his face.
“Pull it together,” I mouthed. He quickly cleared his face of any and all emotions.
“So…Dean,” I said calmly, “can you feel my melons?”
His hand froze halfway to the pantry with the box of cereal it was holding. He slowly turned his head, “Um…what?”
“My melons,” I repeated, “I mean, Sam felt them earlier and said they were firm enough but I just wasn’t sure.”
The box of cereal almost slipped out of his hands, but he managed to catch it after a brief spout of fumbling. “Sam did - what are you – I’m sorry, what?”
Dean didn’t have much time to react as I swiftly tossed a cantaloupe in his direction. He caught it and then just stared down at the round fruit in his hands, confusion written all over his face.
“Yeah, my melons,” I said, pulling the second cantaloupe out of the bag, “think they’re firm enough?”
I saw his knuckles whiten a bit as his grip tightened around the fruit. He briskly walked over to the refrigerator, jerked the door open with a little too much force, and then haphazardly tossed the cantaloupe inside, “I’m sure they’re fine.”