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Timeout (WinchestersxReader)

“What? A shifter? A vampire? You’re gonna have to speak up,” Bobby said into the phone. “Will you knuckle heads quiet down in there!” he yelled into the living room. You, Sam and Dean were originally playing cards but ,after several snide remarks from you, the game was forgotten and you were currently being pinned down by Sam while Dean tickled your ribs. The sounds of the Winchester’s laughter and your pleads for mercy filled the house and Bobby wasn’t able to hear anything the hunter on the phone was telling him.

“It’s a rugaru? Just grab a blowtorch and barbeque the bastard and you’ll be good. Yeah….yeah… no problem good luck,” Bobby said hanging up the phone. “HEY!” he yelled, causing the brothers to stop and look back at him. “Some of us are trying to run a hunter intelligence center here and you brats screaming and yelling isn’t helping!”

“Looks like it’s someone’s time of the month,” Dean mumbled making you and Sam fall into a fit of laughter.

“That’s it! You guys wanna act like kids you’re gonna get punished like kids,” Bobby snapped. “Everyone in a corner now.”

“What? Are you serious?” Sam asked.

“NOW,” Bobby demanded. The three of you sighed and went to various spots around the room. Sam went to the corner by the front door, Dean took the corner where the bookcases met, leaving you to go in the kitchen to stand in the far corner with your back to Bobby.

“Face the wall and if anyone talks you’re spending the rest of the night translating Latin texts, understood?” You all grumbled in reply and turned to face the walls. Bobby went back to his “intelligence” work: answering phones, posing as various authorities, and mapping out hunters locations in order to send them to nearby cases. He was halfway through an article about a mysterious disappearance when he heard Dean suddenly burst out laughing.

“Boy, what’s so funny?”

“Huh? Oh uh….nothing,” Dean replied while you laughed softly in your corner. A few minutes later you and Sam were the ones that began laughing.

“What are you two laughing about!”

“The …economy,” you answered with a serious tone causing both Winchesters to begin laughing again.

“Just get back to facing the dang wall,” Bobby sighed as he went back to the newspapers that littered the table. Several more quiet minutes passed until you began giggling in your corner. Bobby looked up and saw that your head was down and there was a faint blue light illuminating the wall in front of you.

“(y/n) what are you doing?” he asked. You quickly snapped your head up and began to put what was in your hands in your front pocket.

“Wha? Nothing Bobby, nothing.”

“Here. Now,” he demanded pointing to spot in front of the table. You slowly walked over while Dean and Sam turned their heads to look into the kitchen as best they could. Bobby stared you down and you looked everywhere but at him as you tried to hide your exposed phone with your shirt.

“I’ll take that,” he said as he leaned over and snatched the phone out of your pocket.

“There’s no need to do that Bobby there’s nothing in there to look at just pictures and maps and stuff,” you rambled as Bobby began going through your phone.

“Well look at this,” Bobby said as he went into your messages. “Sammy: did you guys notice when Bobby was yelling he looked like a little crab?’” he read.

“Bobby you don’t have to read those out loud,” you said laughing nervously reaching for the phone. Bobby leaned out of your reach and continued reading.

“Dean: his face got so red it would put a tomato to shame (y/n): to complete the look all he needed to do was bust out with ‘Under the Sea’.” The color drained from your face as Bobby read on and he was too focused on your phone to see the boys sneaking up behind you.

“Dean: he would have been the crankiest Sebastian ever. Sam: all his songs would of consist of things like ‘shut up no one cares’, ‘what is wrong with you people’, and ‘just go home’. (y/n): and he would just never stop calling ariel an idjit and would just constantly—“

“Okay that’s enough of that!” Sam said as he snatched the phone out of Bobby’s hand.

“YOU LOSERS  WANNA SEE HOW CRANKY I CAN BE?” Bobby yelled as Dean threw you over his shoulder and ran with Sam out of the front door.

“We were just kidding Bobby we love you!” you yelled back from Dean’s shoulder. When you got outside Dean tossed you in the front seat of the Impala and began to drive away. When he pulled out of the driveway Sam turned around in the backseat and smiled out of the window as he made a heart shape with his hands.

“I am too old for this,” Bobby sighed as he made his way back in the house.

~bonus ending~

“Hey Bobby, we’re sorry about earlier,” Dean said as he placed a brown paper bag in front of Bobby. “So we brought you this.” Bobby looked up at Dean skeptically and pulled out the plastic container of food.

“Thanks boy I—IS THIS CRAB!” Bobby yelled as the three of you burst out laughing. “YOU WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU KIDS!” Bobby exclaimed as he began to chase you and the boys throughout the house.