"Come over here and make me."
Warnings: swearing like once or twice.
Word count: 410
Summary: While helping Dean work on the impala, the reader decides to have a little fun and runs off with one of his tools. Fluffy cute ending. Reader gender not specified.
A/N: Look! I told ya I’d get back into it soon! I actually have another (more smutty) version of this I’m working on that I might post later, I don’t know yet. Let me know if you’d like to see that. I’ve got a few stories I’d actually like to post second versions to, so yeah, let me know! Requests are open so leave one for me sometime and I’ll try my best to write what you asked for!
It was a really nice day out, a few clouds in the sky and a gentle breeze blowing. You were helping Dean work on the impala, he was under the car replacing the water pump while you changed the oil from the top.
“Hey baby, can you hand me that wrench over there please?” He asked you, his arm poking out from under the car, pointing to the tool that lay on the ground.
“I can, but I probably won’t if I’m being honest.” You looked at him through a gap in the car.
“Y/N, seriously just give me the damn wrench.” His voice got especially low as he got annoyed with you.
“Come over here and make me.” You picked up the wrench and took off running into the woods.
“Damn it, Y/N!” You looked back to see him getting to his feet already and chasing after you.
Slipping the wrench into your back pocket, you ran as fast as you could through the trees, knowing Dean was hot on your trail even though you couldn’t see him anymore.
You slowed down for a moment to listen for him, something he’d taught you to do while hunting. You closed your eyes to, in a way, get a clearer view of your surroundings. A leaf crunched to your left, you immediately looked to find Dean frozen in place and took off again.
You only got a few feet before you were tackled to the ground. You both landed with a thud in a fit of laughter.
“Ow! Get off of me!” You gasped between giggles.
“Give me the wrench!” He poked a finger into your side, which caused you to squeal. A look of realisation crossed Deans face followed by a mischievous smirk.
“Dean. Stop.” You pleaded.
“I could, but I probably won’t.” He mocked and poked your side once more, earning another squeak from you.
“Dean!” You screamed as he started tickling you nonstop. You kicked and screamed, but it was no use as he was sitting on top of you, he just laughed and continued on for a little while longer.
“Are you gonna run off with my things again?” He asked when he finally stopped, giving you a chance to breathe.
“Probably.” You smirked. He rolled his eyes and kissed your nose.
“I love you.” He smiled.
“I love you too.” You grabbed his face and pulled him back down to you, kissing him softly.