Word Count: 850

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Feel free to drop me a request, and enjoy the story!

Summary: You had finally convinced Dean to let you go on your first hunt, if only he would stop changing the days. You decide you know just the thing to catch him off guard and get your way.

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“If the body was cremated then you find whatever the spirit is attached to and burn it.”

Your voice sounded so robotic by this point. How many times had you even answered that question? You knew Dean was just worried about you, but you were practically reciting the ways to kill vengeful spirits in your sleep by this point. Sam gave you an apologetic smile, when you shot him a pleading look, begging him to save you. He had just barely convinced Dean to let you hunting and that itself was impressive. Now if only Dean would stop putting it off.

“Dean, I could kill a ghost with my eyes closed, and my hands tied behind my back at this point. When do I get actually do it?” You groaned.

“Next time Y/N.”

You crossed your arms your expression neutral. That sounded familiar.

“Stop saying that and give a straight answer Winchester!”

You all but yelled and both brothers looked at you, caught off guard, but you couldn’t care less you were growing frustrated.

“I’ll take you the next time I go Y/N.” Dean said dismissively.

He turned to leave the room and you threw a book at him narrowly missing. He whirled around to face you, glaring slightly.

“You said that last week Dean.”

You spat his name like it left a bad taste in your mouth. Sam looked up from his laptop, sensing the impending argument. Dean exhaled slowly, staring you down. You had been staying with them for a few months now, living in the bunker and you had been practically nagging Dean to let you go on at least one hunt. You were positive you were ready Dean seemed to disagree. You were both beginning to grow on each other’s nerves over this argument.

“And I’ll say it until I think you’re ready.” Dean hissed back.

You narrowed your eyes then pointed to Sam, who looked caught off guard. He always seemed to be caught in the middle.

“Sam thinks I’m ready, don’t you Sammy?”

You turned your head to look at him expectedly. The younger Winchester opened his mouth to reply but Dean cut him off.

“Sam doesn’t get a say in this.” Dean snapped.

As always, Sam very wisely slipped out of the room as soon as the attention was off of him. You poked Dean’s chest making him narrow his eyes.

“Then why do you?”

Dean pushed your hand away, scowling. Part of you was kind of hoping he would finally admit why.

“Because I…we’re.. you know why!” He snapped.

It wasn’t the answer you were hoping for, but you pushed that thought aside. You only smirked and turned to walk out of the bunker’s library. Dean followed behind you after a moment.

“Where are you going?” He sighed.

“To steal the Impala.”

Dean almost fell over with how fast he stopped, his eyes wide in disbelief. You weren’t serious, of course but it certainly caught his attention.

“What?”

You threw him an innocent look over your shoulder.

“To drive the Impala, did you think I said something else?” You asked sweetly.

You both knew exactly what you said, you were just poking the bear. You didn’t fail to notice the slight smile tugging at Dean’s lips. You made your way to the garage, with Dean hot on your tail.

“What makes you think I’ll let you drive her? If you forgot you tried to steal her.” He scoffed.

You placed a hand to your chest, letting out a dramatic gasp, which had Dean rolling his eyes.

“I’m hurt, I thought we were past that.”

Dean crossed his arms and you sighed.

“Doesn’t matter, I have the keys anyways.”

His hands immediately went to search his pockets and groaned when he saw you holding the keys in the air. He snatched them back and you held your hands up in surrender.

“Then I get to go hunting.” You countered.

He raised and eyebrow, his expression screaming ‘no’. You pouted.

“Then I get to drive the Impala.”

“Didn’t I already say no to that princess?” Dean chuckled.

You tilted your head, pretending to be confused.

“So no hunting?”

“Right.”

You pretended to think for a moment, and he really should have started to be suspicious.

“No driving the Impala?”

“Right.”

You nodded slowly and pursed your lips.

“So no hunting, no driving the Impala, but you’ll definitely take me to kill a ghost right?”

“Right.”

You smiled in triumph and Dean blinked, processing what just happened. You walked past him kissing his cheek.

“Thanks pretty boy, you’re the best, can’t wait for that hunting trip.” You smiled cheekily.

Dean stood there confused and still trying to figure out how you just tricked him.

“What just happened?” Dean muttered.

“Easy…”

Sam had over heard the conversation and was standing beside Dean now. He placed a hand on his brother’s shoulders giving him a mock sympathetic look.

“You’re whipped dude.” Sam laughed.

Dean turned around watching Sam walk away, laughing. Dean glared at the back of his brothers head and walked after him.

“I’m not whipped!”