SupernaturalxReader

Cold Shoulder (Dean x Reader)

#46 "It was a joke, baby. I swear." requested by melynie on deviantart  

You inched the door open careful not to make any noise. Steam blurred your vison as you crept in silently. Dean didn't notice you and kept singing "Brandy you're a fine girl". It was actually really good but you didn't let yourself get distracted. You snuck your way to the shower and extended your arm up, grasping the cup of ice cold water tightly.

"At night when the bars close down Brandy walks through a silent town and- Agh what the hell!" Your laughter echoed against the linoleum tiles. "Damn it (y/n!)" You scurried away and threw yourself on the lumpy motel bed, still giggling.

Not too long after you heard the shower switch off. Dean soon emerged in a cloud of steam, his brow set in a hard scowl.

"Did you have a relaxing shower?" you asked innocently. Dean threw you a look and started putting on his boots. "Deeean..." He ignored you. You went over and sat next to him on the couch. "Dean?"

"What?" he snapped.

"Dean it was a just a joke. Don't be mad."

"I told you I didn't like it when you did that, " he said. "I specifically told you not to do it again."

"That was years ago," you laughed.

"Well I still don't like it," he said abruptly.

"Okay I'm sorry," you said defensively. He tied his shoes and sat back. He glued his eyes to the tv and didn't even glance at you. After a few minutes of the silent treatment, you laid across the couch and rested your head in his lap. You looked up at him and he continued to be fascinated by whatever was on the tv.

"I'm sorry."

He stayed silent.

"Really, I am."

More silence.

"I love you."

Silence.

".....Chuck Norris is stupid."

"Real music didn't start until the 90s."

"Cheeseburgers are the worse form of the cow."

"67' isn't even a good year for an Impala."

Dean remained stoic throughout your fake insults. You fell silent and concentrated. The minutes ticked on as you thought carefully....

"Sam made a pass at me in Massachusetts."

"What!" Dean exclaimed.

"Ha!" you said with a loud clap of your hands. "You talked to me I win."

"That's not the point right now. Did he really come onto you?!"

"It wasn't this last time that we were there," you explained. "It was the third hunt I went on with you guys. The rugaru remember?"

"Go on."

"It was nothing really. After the hunt he asked if I wanted to get a drink and I told him I had to leave. But I only told him that because a certain older brother had caught my eye instead," you said pinching Dean's cheek. He brushed your hand away but you saw the smile he was trying to hide. You sat up properly and ran your fingers through his hair. "So are you still mad me?"

"Eh, you're on probation." You rolled your eyes before laughing lightly.

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You scrubbed at the dirt and blood on your arms in a feeble attempt to get clean. Who know werewolf blood stuck so bad. Maybe a different soap would-

Your thoughts were cut off as icy water hit your back. You yelled out in surprise and Dean's laugh filled the bathroom.

"Dean get out of here!" He left the room, taking his laughter with him but you could still hear it through the thin door.

"Have a nice time?" he asked.

"You're such a loser," you laughed.

"Well if it makes you feel better, you're off probation."