PROMPT: IMAGINE READING SPN FANFICTION AND SAM AND DEAN CATCHING YOU DOING SO.

The boys were out on a hunt and you finally had some downtime, away from prying angels, hunters, or the King of Hell. After catching up on Daredevil on your Netflix, you decided some fanfiction was the way forward. The brothers shouldn't be back till tomorrow, and incognito tabs were a godsend (well.... Chucksend).

A few hours passed, and you clicked 'next chapter' on the third fic of the day, when you heard the door to the bunker slam shut, and Dean shouting about having a takeout.

Shit.

You quickly but carefully shut the lid to your laptop and ran out to greet the boys, trying to hide your smirk as you thought of the fic. You helped the boys put away the extra equipment they'd taken, before heading to help Dean with the food. You didn't think anything of it when Sam announced he would be heading to the library. You didn't think anything of it when Dean said he'd go get his brother who wasn't responding to the shouts. You did however realise something was wrong when half an hour later neither brother had returned.

Treading lightly and silently around the entrance to the library, you gasped loudly before running to block the boys' view.

You didn't close the browser.

You silently curse to yourself, as Sam and Dean look at you, their eyebrows raised, Sam with a signature bitch face, and Dean with his best attempt at one.

"Ummm..." You blushed and looked down, quickly checking which fic it was out if the corner of your eye.

Oh Chuck

It was the better written, abuse-less, Destiel version of Fifty Shades of Grey.

Of all the fics. Why this one?

"Do you really read this crap, (Y/N)?" Dean asked, incredulousness dripping from his words.

"It's not 'crap', Dean. A lot of the writers are actually really talented."

"Okay, but why 'Supernatural'?" Sam asked this time.

"Well...." The boys raised their eyebrows again. "I won't get canon any other way...." You mumbled.

Dean looked like he could kill, whereas Sam looked angry but amused as well.

"So you... Ship this..." Dean motioned to the screen "this Destiel rubbish?"

You boldened up, no one would insult one of your OTPs, even if he was half of it. "Yes, Dean. I do."

Sam's face broke into a grin.

"Oh don't look so smug, Sam, I ship Sabriel too. Would you like to read those fics? You seemed pretty engrosed with this one."

Sam's faced dropped into a glare, as Dean laughed.

He soon stopped. "Wait... Sam and Gabriel?!"

You blushed again, before closing the browser and shutting down the laptop.

"It's cute, and hella smutty." You said, before heading back to get your food, leaving the brothers with very conflicting emotions behind you.