Word Count: 518

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: none

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

Summary: Dean really should have remembered that when you get revenge, you hit where it hurts. And you really should have remembered not to mess with the Impala. And Sam, well Sam was just an innocent bystander.

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Sam walked into the bunker’s garage after receiving a very vague text from you. All it told him to do was hurry to the garage. Being curious he decided to see what trouble you were causing this time.

“Y/N? Why do you need me to take a video of-”

He froze in his tracks when he saw what you were doing to his brother’s car. You held a spray paint can, moving around the Impala as you paint pink glittering flowers all around it.

“Sammy! Good you’re here!” You smiled.

He opened and closed his mouth for a moment trying to find the right words. He finally settled on the first thought that popped into his mind.

“Dean is going to kill you!”

You shrugged as you sprayed one large pink stripe down the hood of the car.

“Oh relax, it’s temporary, peels right off!”

You smiled proudly at your work and Sam looked at you in disbelief.

“Why, I just…why?” He sighed.

“Well you remember when Dean broke my phone last week?”

“Yeah, when he stepped on it and said it was your fault for leaving it there.”

You nodded and crossed your arms admiring your work. Sam raised an eyebrow amused.

“So you’re getting revenge?”

“Revenge sounds so mean, I prefer to think of it as… returning the favor.”

You smiled innocently and for a moment neither of you said anything.

“So it’s revenge then?”

Your smile turned devious and you tilted your head to look at him.

“Yeah pretty much.”

You heard the door to the garage open and quickly grabbed Sam’s shirt. He let out a yelp as you shoved him behind one of the cars. You and him peaked up through one of the windows.

“Quick moose get your phone out, I want his reaction on tape!” You whispered.

Sam shot you a look when you called him moose and shook his head.

“Why don’t you do it?” He whispered back.

“Because he broke my phone! Hurry!”

Sam mumbled under his breath but got his phone out regardless. Dean walked into view and froze. His face paled and you placed your hands over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

“You’re crazy.” Sam whispered.

Dean was fuming and his face was going red. He walked around his baby, looking more and more distraught. Finally, he stopped at the front of the car and just stared. His eyes scanned the room, and saw your head.

“Y/N!”

Your heart stopped and you slowly stood. Sam ducked down, Dean hadn’t noticed him yet and you shot him a quick glare.

“Traitor!” You hissed under your breath.

He only offered you a sheepish smile and mouthed ‘I’m sorry.’

“Y/N, sweetheart, come here.” Dean said eerily calm.

You suddenly regretted everything and began slowly moving towards the exit. Dean slowly walked around the car, like a predator stalking its prey.

“You know, I think I’m good right here.” You said nervously.

Dean said nothing just continued to walk towards you. You didn’t dare take your eyes off him.

“Dean, it was just a prank, obviously a very stupid prank…”

He raised an eyebrow and you glanced at the door. You were so close.

“A-And it’s temporary paint, it’ll peel right off!”

You tried to lighten the tense atmosphere but it didn’t work.

“Baby girl I love you, but when I get my hands on you, the least of your worries will be if this paint comes off.”

His voice was low and threatening so you did the only thing you could think of. Ran straight out of the garage and through the halls of the bunker. Dean took off after you and you shrieked. Sam stood up from his hiding place, laughing. He glanced at his phone smirking as he saved the video.

“This is going on YouTube.”