#supernatural tickle fic

[potatohater]

Big brother’s love

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester (a bit of Castiel)

Word count: 1929

MY BABIES AHHGRRR; I just NEEDED some brothers fluff and HERE WE GO, LEE!SAM FOREVER🙏 love them, here it’s like moments since childhood-season 6 (bc I’m watching it rn) (btw @cringemesstickles I know that you’re a sucker for lee!sam so you might wanna check this one out🤭)

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Dean loved making Sam smile, even though Sam always tried to hide it, making himself look more serious, deep down Dean always knew how to crack him

**

Older Winchester woke up and sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Clock said 8:03 am and he had no idea how he got so early today. John left them for a week.. which turned into two as he couldn’t kill the vampire he was hunting, so two teenage boys spent most of the time in the hotel room; not bothered by trying to pick up a school if they are going to attend it only for a few days.

Sam looked up from his book to take a look at his brother when he froze for half a second, biting back a smile

“What?” Dean asked him, was it something on his face or something?

“Oh no nothing” younger boy replied, trying to focus on his book, but taking a quick glance at Dean. Now him biting back a smile was even more visible

“Is it something on my face?” Dean’s brows furrowed as he asked out loud

He took a half glance in the mirror in the middle of the room and saw how his hair in the middle was slick back, but on the sides it was sticking up in all directions, making him look ridiculous. In what pose did he even had to sleep to get this hairstyle?

He turned his eyes back to Sam, seeing how hard he tried to focus on the book in front of him. They locked eyes as Dean wiggled his eyebrows, trying to play dumb to get the kid to crack

Even though Sammy was quite serious for a kid his age, it wasn’t that hard to make him laugh. 11 year old boy mostly found Dean’s fails funny, when he tried to flirt with a girl but got rejected. This type of fails

“I see you, what’s up? Why are you acting like thi—” Dean didn’t got to finish his sentence when younger boy broke into a stream of giggles. It was really easy to make him laugh sometimes

“Ihit’s juhust youhur hahair” Sam giggled quietly, dimples appearing on his cheeks as his face broke into shy smile. Like he knew it was a bit too childish even for him

Dean took a proper look into the mirror and chuckled too. His eyes were dead and the whole hair thing looked like he experienced getting struck by a lightning

He shook his head, standing up and quickly ruffled kid’s hair too so they would match

“Hehey!” Sam shoved his hand, trying to sound annoyed, but giggles in his voice ruined the whole facade

Yes. As Dean would say, it was pretty easy and unbearably hard to make younger Winchester laugh sometimes. The kid got specific humour

**

“SAMMY”

Sam who was standing in the middle of the room doubled on the floor laughing as he saw his brother’s head sticking from the bathroom doorway. They had a little prank war going on and younger Winchester decided it would be hilarious to put some hair dye into Dean’s shampoo

Dean on the other hand wasn’t so happy. His hair was dripping wet and his neck and shoulders were also covered in dark-ish blue dye. His mouth twitched for a second when he was his brother on the floor laughing his ass off, but taking another look in the mirror reminded him that revenge is necessary

“Come here bitch!” Dean said while putting his pants on and running in Sam’s direction. Long haired teenager quickly tried to stand up, but was immediately tackled to the floor by his brother; not like he put up a fight, Sam was mostly giggling like a madman every time he looked at Dean

“Something funny?” Dean tried to look serious but small grin crept into his face as he saw his brother pinned underneath him “Oh I can give you something to laugh at”

With that said, he wiggled his fingers into Sam’s side, making his giggles transform into full on laughter

Damn it sounded good; Dean could swear his laugh immediately filled the whole room, lighting it up

“DEHehean! stOHOP IHihi aham tohoho ohOHOLD FOHOR THIHIS”

“You are only 16 kid, the only one old here is me, and apparently I’m gonna have blue hair for the next—MONTH THANKS TO YOU” Dean chuckled as he raised his voice over Sam’s so he would hear him

Sam’s laugh got higher when he darted his eyes at Dean over him who was still dripping in blue colour

“Any last words?”

“IHIHIT WAHAS SOHOHO WOHORTH IHIHIT” Sam looked at Dean one last time before losing himself in his own laughter again. Dean’s grin got wider with every second as he tickled his brother on the motel floor. Maybe he didn’t care that much about his hair

**

“Dean!” Sam squeaked as Dean made a move in his direction

“Sam!” Dean chuckled, mirroring his brother’s tone

They were standing at opposite sides of a table in the motel room, waiting for other one to make a move. Well, long story short — Dean found out Sam still had his weakness in touch, apparently Sam was surprised too

“Don’t!” Sam tried to threaten but smile on his face outweighed all the venom in his voice

Dean was wearing a grin on his own, quickly running around the table to catch his brother

They were doing it for the past few minutes, but this time Dean actually tackled Sam on the floor. Both laughing the whole time they tried to gain an upper hand

“DEHEHEHEAN!”

Older Winchester got his hands squeezing his brother’s knees as he watched his reaction

Sam was okay before.. well maybe a little tired and declined any offer to take a proper sleep, saying that “he was okay taking 2 hour naps every few days”; so as every good brother, Dean just needed an excuse to mess with him. They deserve to have fun once in a while, especially Sam

“Ha! Man you didn’t change— do you still do that? Wait let me check” Dean said as he got his hands to Sam’s ribs, playing them like a guitar

Sam’s laughter transformed into high-pitched giggles that were just music to his brother’s ears

“That’s what you get for not getting to bed. Gosh it’s like I’m 15 again, forcing you to sleep”

Sam’s laughter rang even louder at the recalling memories of their childhood, as joyful sounds came out of him

“And now you are 23 and you didn’t change a bit” Dean grinned, eliciting more sounds form Sam

**

“Ohokay okay, easy tiger” Older Winchester chuckled at his baby brother who drank a bit too much in the bar. Dean was immune for a few shots of tequila, considering how much alcohol he consumes, Sam wasn’t that strong

“What is wrong with him?” Castiel was standing in the middle of the motel room Winchesters were staying

“Has gone a little overboard, but who gives a shit. I finally convinced him to take a few days off and I don’t care that there is a fucking apocalypse, okay? He needed a moment to breathe out” Dean replied as he caught his brother from falling on the floor and threw him on the bed, making it easier for both of them

“So what now?”

“Well, I’m gonna take his coat and shoes off and let him sleep. Oh man, a hangover tomorrow is going to be ruthless” Older brother chuckled

He motioned Cas to come closer and hold Sam’s abdomen as he took the coat of him. On accident, one of Cas’ hands got under younger Winchester’s arms, making him squirm a bit and let out a quiet giggle

“What was that?” Dean and Cas almost said in unison as Dean put his brother’s clothes and shoes in the wardrobe

Dean’s brows knitted together as a small grin broke his face

“Hey Cas, can you spread his elbows like— yeah like that” Dean full on smiled

Angel did as he was told, grabbing both Sam’s elbows and raised them up, spreading them. Meanwhile Sam was too tired to stop anything.

Dean took a step closer, warming his fingers under Sam’s arms. His brother’s face immediately broke down into wide smile when he clamped his arms down, doing nothing to stop the sensation

“What are you do— waHAHEHehait!” Sam got out of Castiel’s grip and slammed his back into the bed where he was previously sitting (or at least tried to). His eyes were squeezed and smile shining, showing all his teeth

“Damn Sammy, a drop of alcohol in you, and you become even more ticklish than when you were a kid” Dean beamed

“What is wrong with him?” Cas now stood up, and standing next to the bed stared at laughing younger brother who couldn’t even put up a fight because he was so intoxicated and an older brother who now was sitting on his lower half, pinning him and tickling him, having a smile on his face as big as Sam’s. A look of confusion and amusement mixing up in angel

“Oh, it’s called tickling. It’s when you touch some parts of the body that make other person laugh. It’s a body reaction our ancestors had back in the day for surviving. Now it’s.. for messing with your baby brother for example”

“And he laughs because it’s body’s reaction” Cas repeated, trying to make sense out of it

“Pretty much”

“Huh” Cas wanted to say something but his hearing focused on Sam’s high-pitched laughter again. Making his face to share the same kind of grin Dean has been wearing

Right now and there he noticed that Sam didn’t laugh enough. His laugh is too nice to hide it under all these layers of seriousness

“heheHESTOHOHOP DEhehean!” Sam laughed, eyes squeezed shut and hands trying to catch his brother but he even when he did he was to tired to do anything that shove lightly at them

Cas and Dean joined him, chuckling everytime he made some funny noise. “Yeah” Cas thought “humans are cute”

**

“Hey, you okay?” Dean’s voice rang through the living room where his brother was sitting

They stayed at Bobby’s for some time, trying to find out more about this “Mother” bullshit, someone that can ruin their world and kill everyone (again)

“You know what I did, Dean. That whole year was—” Sam was interrupted by his brother who nudged him in the side with his elbow

“Come on, we’ve been through this. I— you can’t believe how glad I’m that you’re back. That was not you Sammy”

Sam tried to fight, but found that it’s easier just to listen to Dean. “Yeah, maybe you’re right”

“Dude you couldn’t believe how DRY you were, I mean, your humour was purely based on making fun of something. We were almost killed multiple times because you found demons funny and just laughed at their faces” Dean recalled with amused chuckle

Sam let his own small smile to tug at his lips

“Well, at least I got you back, and you still think I’m a god of comedy” Older brother wigged his brows

“Oh you wish” Sam shook his head with a snicker

“What? I’m hilarious” Dean said, poking his brother which made him giggle

“See? You do still find me funny” Each word was highlighted by a poke to Sam’s side, making him giggle again and playfully slap Dean’s hand

“Yeheah, maybe I stihil do”

#tworld #tickle fic #sfw tickle community #love them #supernatural tickle fic #supernatural tickle #spn tickles #spn tickle #spn tickle fic #ticklish!sam #ticklish!sam winchester #ler!dean #ler!dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #cas #dean's an awesome big brother #potatohater #love them😭😭 #tkl fluff #fluff #spn fluff #the most fluffy fluff I’ve ever written #they need a break #literally had this scenario in mind like forever #it’s canon because I said so

[cringemesstickles]

Cat And Mouse

Summary: This is basically just the scene from s10e03 except it’s normal and Dean is just Dean and also isn’t trying to kill Sam-

Pairing: None

Word Count: 1,010

A/N: *Posts this and runs*

Literally this is all I could think about during this scene. :’)

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“Cmon sammy, don’t you wanna hang out with your big brother?” Dean called out, stalking the bunkers halls in search for his little brother.

Sam heard his brother’s taunts, and from the sound of it, he wasn’t too far.

This little cat and mouse game had gone on for about a minute; Dean calling out taunts and teases while Sam tried to get himself as far away as possible from his playful older brother.

The goal was to get to Dean’s room, as It’d be too obvious to hide in his own; and besides, it was only a few corners away.

“Sammy? You’re just making this worse for yourself man.”

Sam pressed himself against the wall when he heard his brother’s voice from around the corner.

He was so screwed.

He peered over the right hand corridor, Dean’s room was right there! If he was stealthy enough, he may be able to slip under Deans radar.

Just as he was about to make a break for it…

“GOTCHA!” Dean grabbed his younger brother and flung him over his shoulder, carrying him to his bedroom.

How Dean was able to carry him, Sam had no clue.

Dean wasn’t weak by any means, but Sam was 6'4 for crying out loud!

Whatever!

There’s no time to dwell on it! right now, he had to find a way to escape.

When they reached the room, Dean dumped his brother onto his bed and quickly climbed on top of him, making sure he was pinned.

“Well little brother, it seems I’ve caught you…” He said through an evil grin,

“You know what happens next, don’t you Sammy?” raising his hands, he wiggled his fingers above Sam’s stomach.

“Dean w-wait, can’t we talk about thihihis?” A nervous giggle slipped past his lips as he started pleading with his big brother.

The sight of his brother’s wiggling fingers tore down his crumbling resolve, reducing him to a giggly mess.

“Sorry Sammy, I caught you fair and square… take your punishment like a man!”

With that, he vibrated his claws into the center of Sam’s belly, making the younger scream with laughter.

“NOHOHO DEHEHEAN, WAHAIT!!”

Dean grinned cheekily.

“I’m already tickling you, there’s nothing to wait for!”

Sam gripped the soft sheets, head thrown back in mirth, laughing harder than he has in a long while.

Dean’s hands drifted to Sam’s sides, kneading the sensitive flesh while an evil grin made its way to his face.

“Ohhh, I get it… you just can’t wait for me to raspberry that cute belly of yours!”

He said, letting a finger trail back to his brother’s stomach and lightly tracing.

Just at the mention of raspberries, Sam’s eyes widened, shooting his hands down to protect his tummy from the inevitable attack.

“Nonono! Dean, please dohohohont!!”

He was squirming side to side, trying anything to throw his brother off.

“Why not? Too ticklish? Surely you can handle a couple measly raspberries.. unless you really are that ticklish?” The older brother tapped against the younger’s side thoughtfully, smile glued to his own face at the image of his little brother so happy and carefree.

Sam’s face reddened, the teasing easily getting under his skin.

“Shut uhuhuhup!!!” His hands moved from protecting his stomach to covering his face in embarrassment.

“Hey!” Dean poked his brother’s belly button, eliciting a squeak.

“Don’t tell your big brother to shut up!”

As if to punish his little brother for his actions, he dove his head down and blew raspberry after raspberry on the ticklish tummy.

“NOOO DEHEHEAN, I’M SORREEHEHEHE!!” The taller squealed, bucking his hips and shoving at his brothers head.

Sam could feel the older’s smile against his skin; he didn’t know what got Dean in such a playful mood but he had to admit, he was having a lot of fun. It felt nice to let go and laugh, and it felt nice for Dean to hear his brother laugh for real.

It’s not that Sam’s laughter was never genuine, it’s just that it was never really full on laughter, only light chuckles mostly at Dean’s expense.

This laughter on the other hand, loud, boisterous, happy, this was the laughter that Dean had missed so much.

He lifted his head to give his brother a break, lightly tracing along his sides.

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Sam. Telling your big brother to shut up is a horrible offense!”

Sam just giggled.

“You tehehell me to shut up ahahall the tihihime!”

Dean shrugged.

“Well, I’m the big brother. I’m allowed.” He grinned at the eye roll he received.

“You’re sohoho annoying.” Sam grumbled, his attempt at a frown looking more like a pout.

“Aww, there’s no need to pout, Sammy. Luckily, I know just how to fix it!”

He caught both of his brothers wrists and pinned them to either side of him, diving down again, this time nuzzling against Sam’s belly, rough stubble rubbing against soft skin and making it all the more ticklish.

The younger hunter snorted, throwing his head back and screaming with bright happy laughter.

“DEHEHE!! N-NOT THAHAHAT!”

Sam was practically screeching, squirming as best he could.

The older brother laughed against the shaking tummy, finding the reactions both funny and cute.

“Why not? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”

“IHIHIT TICKLES!!”

Dean laughed.

“Well that’s all the reason to continue!”

Tears of mirth were starting to form in Sam’s eyes and his cheeks were getting sore from smiling so much.

Dean could tell it was about time to let up, he gave his brother one last raspberry before rolling off of him.

Sam curled into ball with his arms wrapped around his stomach, leftover giggles falling from his lips.

The older hunter grinned and pat the younger on the shoulder.

“You alright there, little brother?”

Sam nodded, a smile still stuck to his face as he tried to get his giggles under control.

“I hahahate you.”

Dean chuckled at that.

“No you don’t.”

Sam’s laughter subsided a bit but his smile still remained

No I don’t…

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[inkaddict1978]

June. June was supposed to be nice. It was supposed to be “take Baby for a long drive, windows down, with no destination in mind for once” nice. Instead it was cold, 40’s at best, and the pattering of drops on the windows didn’t seem to be letting up any time soon. It was starting to get on Dean’s nerves. The 4 friends were lounging around in their cozy little living room, “Ramble On” playing softly from the speakers in the far corner.

Sam was in the recliner, scrolling on his laptop. Dean didn’t need to see the screen to know he was searching for their next case. Always the diligent one. Cas was on one end of the couch, nose deep in some new “book of the week” that he had become addicted to. The sight made Dean’s stomach flutter, something he was still trying to get used to. Eileen was on the loveseat, watching tv, surely some reality show that Dean would pretend not to be interested in, but secretly be sad when it ended. Dean was currently propped up in the corner of the couch, opposite Cas, with a magazine in hand, not really focusing on the print, mind distracted.

He was fidgeting, too. He knew it, but he hoped no one else had noticed. He wasn’t used to sitting still, at least not for long periods of time, and his hands itched to be doing something, other than holding the paper distraction. He kept shifting slightly, couch creaking with each move, and every so often one of the other’s eyes would roam over to him, their look questioning. It never lasted long, but Dean would duck his head back into the magazine every time, avoiding the stare. His heart was starting to race, and he willed himself to slow it down. He could do this, dammit. He could relax. He just needed to practice. He wasn’t used to the semi-retired, non-hunting lifestyle. So sue him. It would take some getting used to. He shifted again, trying to return his focus back to his reading, but apparently fate had other plans in store for him today.

“Dude what’s the matter with you?” Sam asked, voice laced slightly with irritation. You’re like a nervous ball of energy, and it’s been radiating throughout the room for the last hour. What gives, man?”

Damn it, Sam was always the intuitive one. Dean couldn’t get anything past him.

He tried to play it off with a scoff, schooling his features into a look that implied as though Sam’s comment was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. In reality, he wished Sam could read his mind, so Dean didn’t have to use his words to communicate his emotions. He’d never been very good at that. For the moment though, he wished Sam would just drop it and leave him alone.

“I know when something’s bothering you” Sam continued “so just tell us what’s going on.”

No such luck.

Truth was, Dean didn’t know what was wrong, exactly. He’d slept well, eaten, and was currently nursing a beer. All his basic needs were met and he should have been grateful for the rest. But for some reason, even in a room full of others, he felt alone. His skin was cold, despite the warmth in the room, and he was itching for some sort of physical contact. Everyone seemed so far away, despite the close proximity of the furniture. What the hell was wrong with him? He rolled his eyes at himself. He needed to snap out of it. He wasn’t sharing with the class, especially something as emotionally confusing as this. Suffer in silence. That was his MO.

Apparently no one was willing to allow him that luxury today, because Cas, who had averted his attention away from his book to observe the brother’s exchange for the last several minutes, chose that moment to join the conversation.

“Dean, you do seem more restless than usual. What’s the matter with you?” Cas paused, waiting for Dean to respond. Dean pulled a face that clearly conveyed “leave me alone” without having to verbalize it. Either that, or he was trying to think of a lie. Cas must have thought the latter, because he followed up his previous question with “and don’t lie to me. You know it won’t end well.”

Dean schooled his features, giving Cas a challenging glare. Who did he think he was? Dean was an adult, he could lie if he wanted to. Besides, choosing to ignore the current line of questioning coming from his brother and boyfriend wasn’t lying, it was just avoiding, and that Dean was a pro at.

The silence dragged on until it was uncomfortable, Cas squinting his eyes and doing his adorable little head tilt that usually signified he was studying Dean, trying to get a read on him. A few more seconds ticked on, and Dean couldn’t stand it any longer. He stood up from the couch, ready to bolt to his room where he could sulk in peace.

Again, no such luck.

Cas was on him, tackling him to the ground before he’d made it two feet. He straddled his hips, and after a brief struggle (that Dean was embarrassed to admit he’d lost too easily) Dean found his hands pinned by Cas’s on either side of his head, face bracketed in by Cas’s arms. Their noses were practically touching. Cas continued to study Dean, but the new proximity was making his head spin.

Tough guy brivatto still intact, for the moment, Dean steeled his expression into a look of annoyance, twisting himself underneath Cas’s hold, testing it. He was stuck, he knew it, but he wasn’t going down without a fight, Angelic strength be damned. Dean continued to struggle, letting out little grunts of frustration as each unsuccessful attempt let it sink in a little more just how screwed he really was. Cas had a small smirk forming on his face, and it just added to the irritation building up. Dean let out a growl, willing himself to break the hold, but eventually he conceded, body going slack, head tipped back, eyes closed, as though he was slowly starting to accept his fate. He was still breathing heavily, little huffs coming out of his nose every few seconds, but he couldn’t help the small smile starting to form on his face from the ridiculousness of it all. He tried to school his expression into something neutral, but he was failing. When he dared to peek one eye open, Cas was grinning down at him with that big gummy smile of his. Dean couldn’t help but smile back as he said “yeah, yeah, you made your point, now let me up.” But Cas apparently had other intentions, grip tightening slightly at the request.

“Dean, we just want to help. I’d like you to tell us willingly, but I’m not against coercing it out of you.” As Cas spoke, his eyes started to twinkle, and Dean gulped, his throat growing dry, nerves set on edge. If Cas’s look was any indication of what was coming, Dean was in trouble. He tried to remain calm, not giving Cas the satisfaction of knowing he was getting under his skin. He fidgeted again, cursing himself silently.

Get it together, Winchester. You can still get out of this.

Right on cue, as if reading his mind, Cas readjusted his grip so that he was holding both of Dean’s hands in just one of his, other hand coming to rest ever so gently on Dean’s side. Well shit. This wasn’t the first time Cas had used this method to get Dean to “talk” and he should have known it was coming. Dean had two options, tell the truth, or try and lie his way out of it, convincingly, of course.

He put on the brightest smile possible, the one he knew worked ninety five percent of the time, his go-to when he was trying to charm his way out of a not- so-pleasant situation he’d inevitably found himself in, and said “I’m FINE, man, I swear, just let me up.” He tried not to let his voice waiver, but when Cas didn’t budge, Dean chuckled nervously, averting his eyes for a moment. After collecting himself, he turned his face back, eyes pleading with Cas to just drop it. But Cas could be stubborn as well, and as the moments ticked on, it became increasingly clear that Cas would not be satisfied until Dean fessed up. Dean narrowed his eyes, voice low. “Don’t even think about it.” he snarled, trying to appear as if he had control of the situation, even if Cas did have the upper hand. He let out another growl, but it quickly turned into a yelp as Cas’s fingers jumped to life.

Sam, who had previously returned his attention back to his laptop after the brief exchange with his brother, heard the noise and looked up, curiosity getting the best of him. He smiled softly at the sight of his brother squirming beneath Cas. Dean was trying his hardest to keep his composure in check, but was rapidly losing that battle. Cas’s growing smile was a clear indicator that Dean was close to breaking. Cas knew it and was slowly chipping away, gaining leverage with every twitch of his fingers. Moments ticked on, Dean still squirming but refusing to concede, and eventually Cas must have decided he’d had enough. Without warning, he released his grip on Dean’s hands in favor of digging all ten fingertips into both of his sides. Dean was not expecting the sudden change, and his wall of resistance shattered. He began cackling, the noise loud enough to catch Eileen’s attention, who until this moment had remained focused on her show. She glanced at Sam, eyebrow raised and questioning, and Sam just smiled back at her, shrugging his shoulders. The pair stood up simultaneously, making their way over to the spot where Dean and Cas were still battling it out, although it was clear who was winning this little bout.

Dean could see Sam and Eileen approach out of the corner of his eye, although his vision was already starting to blur. He groaned through his laughter, trying to hide his face in the crook of his arm. This was embarrassing, especially with how quickly Cas had broken him. It had only been a minute, tops, since Cas had really started tickling in earnest, and Dean was already red-faced and giggling hysterically. He had expected to hold out longer than that, but Cas had him so wound up with anticipation, he didn’t stand a chance. He was twisting frantically, kicking his legs, trying to throw Cas off, to no avail. A few “Cas’s” and “please” and "stop it’s” slipped in whenever he could catch a breath, although only half of them decipherable. Damned if he wouldn’t still try though. Cas just shook his head, acknowledging he had heard him but wasn’t complying with his requests. The little shit was dead when Dean got out of this. Dean was so getting him back, tenfold. But he couldn’t focus on that right now.

The little voice in Dean’s head kept telling him if he just agreed to give them an answer that this could all be over. He tried convincing himself of what it was he DID want. What answer would appease them? What was the truth? Dean hadn’t been able to put his finger on it before, and he certainly was having trouble thinking clearly now. Another part of him, a louder part, kept reminding him that this WAS what he wanted. Physical contact, no matter the form. Sometimes he found himself craving it, the lack of it overwhelming him to the point of suffocation. Usually he drowned himself in other distractions to take away the sting. Until now, it had worked. He wasn’t expecting it to hit him today with an audience. He hadn’t even fully accepted that was the problem, but as the contact with Cas made the earlier cold and loneliness slowly ebb away, a realization dawned on him. Well damn if he would admit it. He had a reputation to uphold.

As Sam and Eileen reached them, Dean could see Cas and Eileen share a quick glance, and then she nodded, as though they could read each other's minds. The silent exchange made his nerves ignite. She knelt down above his head, and Cas paused his tickling to pass Dean’s arms to her, one at a time. He tried to resist, but in the end it was futile. From his seat on Dean’s lap, Cas had the advantage. Eileen sat on them gently, only enough pressure to ensure he was pinned firmly. Dean gulped. One on one with Cas was bad enough, but being double teamed… They wouldn’t, would they? Dean shivered at the thought. At least Sam was still standing. Dean didn’t know what would happen if all three of them attacked. He’d never survive. He might as well ask to cuddle, right then and there. At least he’d still have some of his dignity left.

Once the pair deemed Dean secured in his new position, Cas said “last chance to talk, Dean.” He was counting on Dean’s stubbornness, and when Dean glared at him with a “how dare you” look, Cas grinned and started tickling again, fingers back at Dean’s sides, though not as harshly as last time. Dean should have been grateful for the reprieve, only now Eileen’s hands were added to mix. Dammit, NO! Her fingers were poking and prodding in and around his armpits, occasionally jumping to his collarbones and up and around his ears. Dean exploded, cackling, voice going in and out as his pitch reached new levels. His efforts to free himself increased momentarily, twisting and turning with every poke and prod, but he was quickly running out of energy. He was shaking his head from side to side, a stream of jovial “nonono’s” bursting out of him every time he could catch his breath.

Eventually he went slack, sweat lacing his brow. Cas and Eileen noticed and slowed the tickling just enough to give him a moment to breathe, but still enough to keep him gently giggling. Eileen with her long fingernails still scritching softly under his chin. Cas with the soft pads of his fingertips digging into his ribs. And Sam with that dopey, lopsided smile, grinning down at Dean every time he dared peek his eyes open, looking at Dean like his face was the brightest thing aside from the sun.

It was more than Dean could handle. He needed it to stop. He never wanted it to stop.

“Ok, ok I give. I give up. Please, no more.” Dean relented. Cas and Eileen paused, waiting for him to continue. When his breathing slowed completely, they looked on expectantly, but instead of speaking, he tried hiding his face in the crook of his elbow again. “Heeey” he giggled, as Eileen softly tickled the side of his neck, forcing him to turn his head. He looked up at her, trying to glare, but was betrayed by his lingering smile, and she bent down to peck a kiss to his forehead. He almost started crying. What the hell was going on with him today?

He closed his eyes and laid there for a moment, trying to regain his composure, not trusting himself to make eye contact, much less to speak. He knew they wouldn’t wait forever. Still pinned beneath the pair, he tried to muster up some courage. As he looked over, Cas started wiggling his fingers again, making a show of getting closer and closer to Dean’s sides, and it was all the encouragement Dean needed to blurt out “I was just lonely and wanted attention!” He immediately tried hiding his face again, cheeks burning red. This time, no one stopped him. When a few minutes had passed and no one had spoken, he dared to glance up.

From the looks on their faces, whatever it was they were expecting Dean to say, it clearly hadn’t been that. All 3 were looking at him with slightly different expressions, from fondness to curiosity, but not one of them appeared to be judging him. He was grateful for that, at least. Maybe he could finish the day with some of his dignity intact.

“I answered your question, can I sit up now please?” Dean asked, suddenly looking very uncomfortable in his current position. Cas and Eileen, realizing that they were still pinning Dean down, released their hold, shuffling back to give him some room. He sat up, keeping his head down, hand ringing at the back of his neck, unsure of what to say. He could feel their eyes on him still and it made his cheeks burn red again. He wished they’d just leave him to wallow in peace. They owed him that much. Instead, as Cas and Eileen stood up, Sam offered Dean a hand. He accepted it, shakily rising to his feet, still a little wobbly and light headed from before. Sam saw him stagger and righted him, but instead of stopping at that, he pulled him into a crushing hug.

“Come here, ya big dummy.” Sam said, and Dean could tell by his tone that Sam was grinning. When Dean didn’t put up much resistance, he pressed on “if you wanted us to hug you, why didn’t you just ask?” Dean tensed at the teasing and started to pull away, even though the contact was keeping him grounded at the moment. Old habits were hard to break. Sam wasn’t letting him get away that easily. He tightened his grip, arms wrapped around Dean’s torso, fingers starting to wiggle into the crevices at the back of his armpits. Dean let out a gasp, followed by a “nohoho, not again!” and before he could help himself he was giggling, squirming steadily in Sam’s arms, trying to keep himself upright, although his knees were threatening to give out. Cas stepped in behind him, just in time to catch him as Dean managed to break Sam’s hold.

Dean stumbled and Cas righted him, wrapping his arms around him to keep him vertical. Sam advanced forward, hands finding purchase on Dean’s belly as he responded to Dean’s plea of “no Sammy, please don’t” with “I didn’t get to participate before, Dean, it’s only fair!” When Sam fingers found his belly button, Dean shrieked, laughter quickly turning silent. He was doubled over Cas’s arms, trying to force Sam’s evil fingers away, but Sam continued to slip his grip with ease. Eventually he gave up and tipped his head back, temple brushing against Cas’s, arms crossed in front of him as much as Cas’s hold would allow. Sam eventually slowed when it was clear that Dean couldn’t take much more.

Sam giggled at his brother as he tried to entangle himself from Cas’s octopus-like grip. When Dean was finally free, he stumbled over to the couch, practically collapsing onto it. He laid on his back, arm draped over his eyes, willing his breath to settle. He startled when he felt someone lift his head up, but relaxed again when he realized it was only Cas climbing in to sit beneath him, Dean’s head now in his lap. Cas started running his fingers through Dean’s hair, pausing every once in a while to scratch at his scalp. Dean hummed appreciatively, which only encouraged Cas to continue.

Normally he’d be embarrassed at showing his emotions so openly, but after what he’d just endured, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Cas had picked up his discarded book before settling down, now propping it up on the arm of the couch, somehow managing to juggle it with one hand while still attentive to Dean with the other. Every once in a while his hand would stray from Dean’s head to rub over his back or shoulders, and Dean would sigh contentedly. Maybe he needed to ask for what he wanted more often.

Sam and Eileen were snuggled on the loveseat, watching on with fondness. Cas looked up and met their gaze, smiling at them and then down at Dean. Dean met his gaze, smiling softly back. The rain still pattered lightly on the windows, only now all was right with the world again. Maybe rest days weren’t so bad after all. He rolled over, snuggling his face into Cas’s lap, and when Cas resumed his scritching, Dean’s eyes fluttered shut, and soon he was snoring softly.

I rarely write but this one just came together so quickly, I couldn’t stop the brain worms. Hope you enjoy.

#castiel #dean winchester #ticklish dean #ler!cas #supernatural tickle fic #sam winchester #spn tickle fic #ler!castiel #supernatural tickling #spn tickles #eileen

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 8: Death Spot

fandom: supernatural

word count: 1,450

pairing: dean x reader (pre-romantic)

summary: during a game of truth or dare, dean and the others learn something interesting

A/N: reminder that I will be posting two drabbles for day 8! I had gotten two character requests and couldn't choose, so I did both.

How you got grouped in with these immature idiots to play a game of truth or dare like you were at a slumber party—you’d never know.

You’d vehemently declined the offer the first time it was brought up. Charlie had asked you the second time and even tried guilt tripping you with your favorite ice cream afterwards to ‘sweet talk’ you into it, as she put it. You smiled, but still said no. You were just too busy.

Then, Sam and Cas got in on it by trying to trick you into thinking it was a group research session to try and find new cases. That obviously didn’t work and you left the room before the first Truth question could even be asked.

The group left the idea of it alone for a week or two after that, but you knew sooner or later, they’d come on their hands and knees begging you to join their stupid little game.

You just hadn’t known it would be Dean this time, striding into the kitchen where you were drinking a beer and scrolling through possible cases. He caught your eye before he spoke—he always did. It took a lot of effort to pull your attention away from something you were fixated on, but not for Dean. Never for Dean. All he had to do was enter a room or say something in that deep, bellowing voice and you were all ears.

“What is it, Dean?” You ask, trying to sound at least mildly annoyed. You sipped on your beer without making eye contact as you heard his boots clobber closer to you.

“Look, we’ve all been in a rut these past couple weeks and the group just thinks it would help if we did some dumb bonding activity together,” Dean answered in that tone of his – the one where he tried sounding put off by whatever he was talking about, but was actually very interested. It amused you how alike you two were in that sense.

“Mhm, so the truth or dare thing?” You finally swiveled to face him this time, one eyebrow raised higher than the other. Dean nodded.

“Yeah, everyone thinks it will be fun or whatever.”

You saw right past this little act of his, grinning slightly as you stared at him. “Are you really trying to act as if this wasn’t your idea in the first place? Asking Charlie, Sam, AND Cas to bribe me into playing and when I said no, you had to man up and ask me yourself?”

Dean seemed visibly embarrassed by that point. He couldn’t look you in the eyes and his hand started rubbing the back of his neck, causing you to grin wider at his demise.

“Well, when you put it like that…” Dean began saying, but you cut him off.

“I’ll play.”

His body language brightened up at your agreement, and he glanced up at you to find that you were already out of your seat to join him and the others in the living room. “Really?”

You chuckled a bit and rolled your eyes. “Yes, stupid. I’ll play since you losers have been begging me for weeks.” You pushed on his shoulder and strutted past him, smirking when he started following directly behind you. You swayed your hips a bit more than usual, praying to whatever God was out there that Dean was looking right where you wanted him to.

You and Dean met the others already seated at a table with a two bowls in the center of it filled to their respective brims with slips of paper.

“Ooh! I told you he’d be able to convince her!” Charlie boasted. “You two owe me $20.” She pointed at Sam and Castiel, who looked just as surprised as you did.

“Seriously? You bet on me?” You asked incredulously, snickering. You watched as the two of them slipped Charlie a $20 and she pocketed it quickly.

“I knew Dean would be the one to get you to join. You do almost anything he asks,” She stated bluntly. Your cheeks burned red at her comment as you snapped your head towards her.

“Charlie!” You hissed through a whisper. She shrugged and smugly grinned, scooting her chair over to make more room for you. You sat down in a hurry, hoping that Dean wouldn’t think too much of the comment.

The group began the game after Charlie explained the rules to Cas who had obviously never played and thus began learning about some truly embarrassing secrets and watching a few vulgar things.

“Alright, Y/N. Truth or Dare?” Charlie turned to you, looking expectantly. You’d chosen dare the past couple of times and had been promptly laughed at for prank calling a pizza place and doing a handstand against a wall for a minute, so you decided to take a breather this round.

“Truth,” You declared. You watched as the redhead swirled her hand through the truth bowl to mix the papers around before pulling one out and reading it.

“What is your most ticklish spot?”

Without realizing it, your eyes widened and your breathing quickened, palms suddenly sweaty. “Uh… I plead the fifth.”

“No way!” Sam spoke up. “If I had to answer a question about my worst sexual experience, then you have to answer this!”

“It is only fair,” Cas added with his grumbly voice. You whimpered slightly as you toyed with your options, knowing this could only end terribly for you.

“I’ll literally answer anything else,” You pleaded with the group, but their stern faces told you that they expected you to answer.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll be forced to figure it out myself, and I’m sure that’s the last thing you’d want, sweetheart,” Dean bellowed teasingly. If your face wasn’t fire engine red, then it definitely was now.

“Whahat?” You were taken aback, coiling into yourself as much as you could with an unwilling smile tugging at your lips. From what you could see, the majority of the table had permanent smirks plastered on their faces, and you felt the need to escape. “That’s soho not fair!”

“Then you should probably answer,” Sam said. You whined, your head falling into your hands. You felt backed into a corner and you knew you had to tell them just to get them off your back about it.

But you fell silent a little too long because Dean’s chair slid back and he rounded the table to stand behind you. “Wait! Noho, no Dean, don’t!” Your protest did nothing, because in seconds flat, his hands were on your ribs and all it took was one squeeze to shout out the answer. “NOHO! FEET! IT’S MY FEET! PLEHEASE, DON’T!”

Instead of tickling you, Dean wrapped his strong arms around you to lift you out of the chair, and once you figured out his intentions, you began fighting hard for release.

“DEAN! NO! THIS WAS NOHOT PART OF THE AGREEMENT!”

“Anyone want to lend me a hand here? We’ve got a squirmer!” Dean ignored you, calling out to the group. Of course, Charlie was the first to stand and you truly got nervous when Sam joined in too. Cas stayed seated, but mostly only because he’d rather watch this scene play out.

Dean deposited you on the ground of the bunker and Charlie was instantly on your legs, sitting on them so you couldn’t pull them away. Sam grabbed ahold of your wrists so you wouldn’t be able to hit anyone with your flailing limbs.

“Dean! I’m actually begging you! It’s so bad, I can’t take it!” You yelled at him as he slipped off your slippers, exposing your socked feet. He experimentally ran one finger up your sole and you jerked violently, almost sending Charlie flying. “AHAH! DEAN!”

“Ooh, this will be fun. Just a few seconds, I’m sure you’ll be okay,” He replied, wasting no time is flitting his fingers across your feet. You knew your feet were your most ticklish spot, but you’d forgotten just how bad it was—only made worse by not being able to move.

“SHIHIHIT! I-HI HAHAHATE YOU AHALL! N-NOHOHO!” You screeched in ticklish agony as Dean tried different methods along the bottoms of your feet. He found that scratching harshly at the balls of them made you jump and twitch, but fluttering softly right above your heel made you go limp. “CAHAN’T BREATHE! DEHEHEAN! STOHOP!”

He halted at your request, Sam and Charlie moving away from you as well. You kept giggling even after he’d stopped, but attempted to stare at him menacingly. “I’m never playing these silly games ever again.”

Though, you knew it was a lie. Like Charlie had alluded to earlier—you’d do anything he asked.

#supernatural tickle #supernatural #supernatural tickle fic #augtickletober2022 #tickle prompts #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!dean #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester tickle #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #tickletober prompts #tickletober2022

[cantsaythetword]

For the Christmas prompts, 19, with both parts, for Destiel possibly? Only if you want ofc ^^

Christmas in July - Devilish Angel

~A/N  - [EDIT: Well I guess this one is going to be up early lmao. I accidentally hit post on my phone instead of save as draft so here you go lol.]

CHRISTMAS IN JULY IS ALMOST OVER :(((((

Apologies again for the super uncreative title BUT I'm keen for this fic hehehehehe.

Hope it's ok happy!!! <3

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

Masterpost Link 

Living on the road definitely had a lot of drawbacks.

Inconsistent housing, crappy junk diet, constant exhaustion from driving long hours. It definitely took it's toll. But, at the same time, it certainly made you appreciate the little luxuries in life.

Luxuries such as sleep ins. Early mornings where Dean would usually be on his way to the next job, but instead was half-asleep amongst the covers and pillows on the lumpy motel bed.

He groggily blinked his eyes, settling his vision on the man sitting on the couch to his left. Clearly he hadn't heard Cas fly inside, so the angel must have been sitting there for a while.

"Mornin' handsome." Dean mumbled with a grin, one arm dangling down the side of the bed. "Didn't hear you come in."

Cas smiled gently. "You sleep very soundly."

Dean gave a soft laugh. "Helps that I've got a guardian angel looking out for me."

Cas shook his head. Even in his half-conscious state Dean was such a flirt.

"Now get over here, I hardly ever get to cuddle you in the mornings."

Standing up from the sofa, Cas made his way towards the bed and climbed under the covers. As the two of them cuddled closer, Cas shifted his legs against Dean's. The moment his feet made contact though, Dean gave an audible shudder.

"Damnit Cas are you angels cold blooded or sumthin'?"

While Cas would normally apologise for any discomfort he may cause, Dean's legs were ridiculously warm - and the perfect place to nestle his feet. Cas wriggled his toes against Dean's thigh, purely trying to tease the hunter with the cold.

But it wasn't the temperature that made Dean recoil with a squeaky giggle.

"Gehet your freheezing ass feet off me." He pushed Cas's torso away, trying to squirm as best he could under the blanket.

With a grin, Cas poked and curled his toes even more against poor Dean's legs. The man broke into more giggles, yelping when a particularly cold patch of skin met his own.

"Cahahas!"

"What's the matter Dean, I'm just warming my feet up?" Castiel asked, the small smirk on his face betraying his innocent act.

"No yohohou're nohot!!"

Deciding his feet weren't quite getting enough of a reaction, Cas latched his thumbs onto Dean's hipbones and began to rub.

"CAHAHAHAS NOHOHO!"

"I'm sorry Dean, I didn't realise you were this ticklish!"

"LIHIHIAHAR!"

Cas's cruel hip torture was short lived, as Dean was forced into a surrender after only a few moments.

"Now my legs are cold." Dean huffed after catching his breath, though the remnants of a grin remained on his face.

"I could always warm you up..." Cas smirked, and his offer was accompanied by the rustling of his wings unfolding.

Dean didn't have a chance to reply, and the moment Cas's feathers made contact, the hunter knew he was fucked.

#destiel tickle fic #supernatural tickle fic #crow's christmas in july 2023 #i think i slightly posted these out of order but ITS OK i hope u like it happy ❤️❤️❤️ #also the tags you left on my b99 fic 🥺🥺🥺 youre too nice omfg made me all soft !!! #lots of love to the you

[xflippinfrogx]

Don’t Be Such A Buzzkill

A/N~ Heyy lovely people, just wanna let you all know that this is my VERY FIRST FIC!! Which I’m very excited to finally be writing.. If anyone has any suggestions or advice feel free to let me know. I’d love to hear any ideas you guys might have. Anywayy back to the point, I hope you like the fic and who knows maybe I’ll post more soon??🤔

FANDOM: Supernatural

WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC IF YOU DONT LIKE THEN PLEASE DONT READ

(slight season two spoilers but not really)

“Hey Sammy?” Dean said with a smirk. “Remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, okay?”

Sam rolled his eyes as he left the bar, not thinking much of his brothers comment.

~•~TIME SKIP~•~

After the whole ordeal with Gordon the two brothers found themselves another crappy motel that would be their home for the next few days. They enter the room and before Sam can even turn to face his brother, Dean has him pinned to the bed.

“What the hell man!?” He tries to escape but his struggle has no effect. Dean laughs at his little brothers attempts to flee but still doesn’t let up. “I think you know what I’m doing Sammy, or maybe you’ve forgotten our little chat from earlier huh?” The realisation finally hits Sam and his eyes widen. He begins to tug on his arms trying to shake off his attacker.

“Dean nonono plehease dohont, I’m sorreheheyy!!” He pleads but it’s no use.

“Hmm let me think about that.. NOPE!!” He digs right in between his ribs. Sam bucks his hips as streams of giggles pour from his mouth.

“DehEan wehe can tAhalk about thihAHAHAHA NO STOHOHOP IHIHIT.” His whole body spasmed as Dean began pinching just above his knees.

“My god Sammy I can’t believe I forgot how ticklish you were! You look like a fish out of water dude.” Dean chuckled letting go of his poor brother.

“I hate you so much.” Sam panted curling in on himself. He slowly regained strength and shoved Dean with his foot.

“Hey man this was your fault, being all grumpy back there, you were practically begging me to wreck you.”

Sam could feel his face reddening as his brother teased him.

“Aww are you embarrassed Sammy? How cute, I’m sure that pretty waitress you like back at the bar would loveee to see you like this.”

“Shut up Dean I don’t like her like that!” He replied becoming even more embarrassed than before.

“Mhm sure you don-” He’s cut off by a pillow being thrown at the back of his head.

“Ok now you’re asking for it.”

“NOOO IM SORREHEHEYY”

Sam’s giggles filled the room once more, but little did Dean know his brother would soon remember that he was just as sensitive if not more. Revenge would soon occur in the Winchester room.

A/N~ Sorry for another note bUT OH MY GOODNESS I DID IT I ACTUALLY FINISHED WRITING MY FIRST FIC!!! I really hope it was ok and please feel free to send in suggestions for more fics in the future <33

#supernatural tickle fic #Lee!SamWinchester #ler!deanwinchester

[hiddlesbummmm]

💣⚠️Incoming fluff bomb ahead!⚠️💣

Firstly, I would like to give a huge shoutout to @awkwardandsmall 💕 This fic was co-written by this amazing person and I’m so grateful for the wonderful ideas you gave me. This fic is written in a different style than I’m used too, so I hope you all enjoy 💕

I also added in this little prompt submitted by an Anon: Here

Warnings: Lots of fluffy tickles

Words: 1387 Romantic Ler Dean/ Lee Reader

Waking Up Next To You

You woke up to Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist, and the feeling of his scruff pressed against the crock of your neck. You smiled at his hot breath that dragged across your skin when a ticklish sensation appeared. You bit your lip, holding the giggles in. You heard Dean grumble, and he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Morning.” He mumbled.

“Morning De.”

He rested his head back into your neck and pressed a kiss against it. You were desperately trying not to laugh as his stubbly jaw and kisses tickled you. Just as you thought it couldn’t get any worse, he slid his hand underneath your shirt. You couldn’t help but flinch at the sensation, and he paused in his movements.

“What’s wrong?” 

“N-Nothing.” You bit your lip, and he could see you holding back laughter and the big grin on your face.

It all clicked in his mind, and a smirk appeared on his face.

“Sweetheart… are you maybe… ticklish?” 

Your heart dropped into your stomach, and you tried to act casual. It was difficult as Dean’s rough and calloused fingers dragged across your stomach, slowly.. and very tickly. You squirmed a little in his hold, but you quickly realized you were trapped.

“N-No.”

“Hmm. Okay.”

He halted his movements and you sighed in relief. When all of a sudden he dug his fingers into your hips, moving up your sides and up to your ribs. You let out a loud squeal before bursting into hysterical laughter, and deep evil chuckles left Dean’s lips.

“You lied to me, I think you need to be punished.” 

With that, he flipped you onto your back and held your legs down with his taller ones, and held your wrists above your head. With his free hand, he lifted your shirt exposing your ticklish skin. You gulped as his green eyes turned a shade darker, and he wiggled his fingers in front of you.

“C-Can we talk about this..?” You wiggled but you were trapped.

“No.” He said lowly.

With that, he tickled you and found out your sides were the worst spot on you. You were screaming in hysterical laughter while wiggling from side to side. You could feel the tears entering your eyes, and you felt a finger tickle next to your belly button. You squealed and Dean paused his movements,

“And what’s this?” He asked evily.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Only a high-pitched string of giggles as Dean continued his ticklish onslaught. 

Dean’s POV:

Every part of you was beautiful. Your radiant smile. The way your hair shimmered in the sunlight. Your soft skin. Every damn part of you was perfect. 

You were even more beautiful in the early hours of the morning, as you slept ever so peacefully in his arms. 

Days like this, where he could just hold you as you were encapsulated within a dreamy wonderland, were his favorite. 

No hunting. No running from the cops. No Sam to barge in and disrupt you. Just Dean and his wonderful woman. 

Dean tensed briefly when he heard your breath hitch. You were starting to wake up. 

Dean gently wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. He could smell the aroma of the remnants of the shampoo in your hair and it filled his nose with a nice vanilla scent. 

Dean buried his face into the back of your neck, nuzzling your soft skin gently. 

“Morning De,” you said.

Dean couldn’t resist but to plant a couple of soft kisses on your neck. Dean heard a faint giggle escape your lips, and your face turned a light shade of pink. Knowing just how ticklish you were, Dean decided to tease you a little more by purposely nuzzling his scruff into your neck. To add to the sensations, he wormed his hands under your shirt to rest nonchalantly on your waist. 

You flinched under his touch and tried to carefully escape his loose grip. Dean chuckled under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Dean said has you squirmed.

He was now lightly tracing circles on your soft skin. Dean enjoyed teasing you. You always became nervous and fluttery when he tickled you. Stubborn as all get out, you would never admit to him that you loved the ticklish sensations, and so Dean used that to his advantage. 

Your face was becoming a new shade of pink now. 

“N-nothing!” 

Dean smirked. He had you just where he wanted you. Tightening his grip, he locked eyes with you, waiting for you to crack. 

“Sweetheart…are you maybe… ticklish?”

Dean watched as your eyes widened. He knew that you knew your fate was sealed. No escape from Dean Winchester. The dreaded tickle machine. 

Even knowing your fate, Dean internally applauded your stubbornness and boldness. Trying to keep your voice calm you sputtered 

“N-no”

“Hmm. Okay,” Dean said as he loosened his grip.

He watched as your face was filled with confusion and relief, effectively dropping your guard. Just as Dean hoped for. 

Quickly, Dean grasped you again, and this time went on a full-on tickle spree. He pinched your hips and scurried his calloused fingertips across your rib cage as you immediately burst into squeals and heavy laughter. Dean loved every squeak, giggle, and snort you let out. Just another reason why he was so infatuated with you.

Giving you a chance to breathe, Dean stopped his attack and tutted at you. 

“You lied to me, I think you need to be punished.” 

Without giving you a chance to flee, Dean flipped you over and pinned you. Even though your face was red and sweaty, Dean couldn’t believe just how beautiful you were. Part of him felt guilty for what he was about to do. 

“C-Can we talk about this..?” 

Dean pulled himself back to reality when you spoke. He watched as you tested his grip by pulling on your arms. They didn’t budge of course.

“No”.

Dean couldn’t hold back any longer. He latched his free hand onto your side knowing that was your worst spot. Dean was feeling particularly evil today, so he gave you no mercy even as your sparkling eyes filled with tears. 

Not really paying attention to where his hand went, Dean, noticed a change in your laughter. Pausing, he glanced at the location of his fingers. They had landed on a small piece of flesh adjacent to your belly button. 

“And what’s this?”

Digging in, Dean didn’t even give you a chance to answer him before you were screaming out in laughter again. 

Readers POV:

You didn’t even know that tiny little spot was so damn sensitive. Dean's gruff hands created the perfect amount of pressure that tore you to pieces. 

“Tickle tickle tickle Y/n” Dean teased. 

Dean must have started to sense you were losing your strength, so he haphazardly let go of your pinned arms. 

You immediately covered your stomach and tried to roll over. Dean laughed and teasingly walked his fingers up to your armpits. 

You held your arms tightly against your body hoping to deter him but had no such luck. 

It was merely a trick. As you were focused on his fingers, Dean had dropped his head to your exposed tummy and blew an extremely ticklish raspberry. 

You yelped from the new sensation and moved your hands to cover the exposed skin. 

Using your panic as a distraction, Dean was able to prod his fingers into your underarms. 

You shrieked out and tried to roll over onto your stomach again. 

Dean raised a mischievous eyebrow. 

“You really are ticklish everywhere!”

You would have cursed at him, but the new ticklish feeling in your underarms made it impossible to think, let alone yell out profanities at your boyfriend. 

After a few more torturous minutes, Dean finally released you. You rolled over onto your belly and panted out the last few phantom giggles. 

Dean gently scooped you into his warm arms and kissed you. 

Still a little out of breath, you pulled back and leaned your head up against his chest and held his hands. 

“Even though you tickled me nearly to death, I still love waking up next to you”. 

Dean kissed your forehead. 

“Forever and always. Me too”.

#supernatural tickle fic #co written #fluff #Ler Dean Winchester #Lee reader #romantic #SFW tickles #hiddlesbummmm fics

[burningablaze]

So I thought I would do something different than just write MHA fics all the time. I wrote a Supernatural fic a couple of weeks ago because I started watching the show and it’s so damn good! I’m halfway through season 2 and still going. Anyways I wonder what you guys will think of it and I added my own Supernatural oc as well because I got bored

#supernatural #supernatural tickle #supernatural tickle fic #supernatural tickle fanfic #supernatural tickle fanfiction #dean winchester #ler!dean #sam winchester #ler!sam #supernatural oc #lee!oc #ticklish!oc

[iamawolfstarsimp]

Sup bitches im back

And I've come bearing gifts of yet another spn fic (I'm in my active writing era 😌💅)

(this is set in season 13 or 14)

So yeah enjoy

Jack was a curious kid, obviously. It was no secret the kid loved to learn about most anything and everything. Even just listening sometimes was enough for him.

Once Dean had gotten attached to the kid, he didn't really mind answering all of Jack's questions.

Jack was especially curious whenever he was allowed on a hunt with them, wanting to know everything about what kind of monster they were hunting.

On an ordinary day though, Jack was more quiet. You could usually find him in his room reading while listening to rock music (Dean had told him that it was the only 'good' kind of music) or watching cartoons on the TV that Cas had given to him from his room. Mostly, they all kept to themselves on the days between hunts.

But often times Dean would gather everyone in the living room area for a movie night while they ate dinner. Cas would usually make some kind of warm drink after they all ate, Dean always got to pick the movie (regardless of how many protests were shouted at him), Sam had taught Jack how to make popcorn and Jack used that skill whenever he got the chance, and Sam took the opportunity to just relax on the couch with them.

Often times Sam would fall asleep during the movie, and Dean would bitch about it afterwards as loudly as he could. Jack had recently taken up Sam's habit though. Every time they all sat down to watch something you'd turn around Jack was dozing off, usually leaning against someone's shoulder.

As cute as it was, Dean couldn't stand for Jack to miss the death star exploding.

Dean had been chosen that evening as Jack's human pillow, so it was easy enough to reach over and poke him several times in the side to try and rouse him.

Jack shifted over and ignored the pokes, snuffling into Dean's arm.

Dean repeated the action a few more times, until he noticed a small sleepy smile on Jack's face that he was trying to hide.

Dean hummed quietly but let the kid sleep, saving that information for later.

After the movie ended (and, yes, Jack did miss the exploding of the death star but it wasn't like this was his first time seeing A New Hope) they all stayed seated, relaxed in their spots making idle conversation.

Jack was now awake, listening to Sam and Cas' conversation about which star wars movie was the best. Dean turned his attention from the pair to look at Jack.

"I can't believe you-" Dean said, rapidly poking Jack's side causing the kid to curl up and swat and Dean's hand. "fell asleep during the best star wars movie and the best part of it."

"I didn't mean to!" Jack giggled, using one hand to protect his side the other to hold onto Dean's hand.

"Mhm, sure you didn't." Dean eyerolled, now launching a full on tickle attack on Jack.

Dean leaned over and dragged Jack into his lap, using one his hands to hold his outer arm above his head leaving his entire left side exposed. His free hand darted around Jack's torso, tickling as many places as he could. Jack attempted to grab Dean's hand but was too slow to catch him and couldn't predict correctly which spot Dean was going to go to next so he just resorted to holding onto Dean's forearm and trying to control his laughter.

"Do you know how to play guitar, Jack?" Dean asked while still tickling him.

"No!" Jack said through his giggles.

"Well, what we have here," Dean pat Jack's stomach. "is a good old fashioned guitar."

Jack's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his head tilting to the side.

"~Juuust gotta make sure it's in tune before I can play anything on it, of course." Dean grinned at him.

He held his right hand as if he had a guitar pic in his hand and pressed his fingers against Jack's ribs. He pretended to "play" the guitar, Jack's ribs being the strings.

He tested different ribs, listening to Jack's different laughs as he did so.

"Sounds tuned to me." Dean nodded. "That means we can play it now. "

Jack was about to make his protests known but Dean had already started, picking up and down Jack's whole side.

He threw in some light scribbles every now and then when he got up high on Jack's ribs, just to hear him squeal.

Jack promptly lost his mind, lost in his own mirth. He threw his head back against one of the couch pillows, cackles spilling out of him freely. His squirming intensified too, wiggling in every direction to get away from Dean's wiggling fingers.

He noticed that Sam and Cas had been watching for some time now, fond smiles on both of their faces. Dean noticed too and grinned at them.

"Do you guys like my guitar?" He raised an eyebrow. "Probably the nicest one I've ever played."

"Oh, I bet." Sam nodded. "I mean considering that you've never owned a guitar and nor do you know how to play, but if that one can give you the skills to play like that then that's one nice guitar."

Dean chuckled. "Wanna hear how it plays?"

"Dean, nohohOHO!!" Jack shrieked, arching his back. Dean alternated spots, going from right next to Jack's armpit to down low next to his hip. Jack's giggles jumped in both pitch and volume several times.

"I like this note." Dean teased. He scratched on Jack's highest rib, his laughter jumping up to a near screech. He squirmed violently twords the ground, almost falling out of Dean's arms before he was pulled back into Dean's lap.

"My guitar likes to wiggle apparently," Dean laughed, going back to the same spot that he was tickling before. Jack squealed again, giving up on trying to escape and just taking the tingly sensations overtaking his entire being. It was as if he could feel the tickles through his whole body, from his ears, to his neck, all the way down his torso and legs, electric tingles shooting down his knees, to his constantly moving feet which were currently kicking the couch in an effort to help give himself some relief from the sensations that were surging throughout his body.

After a few minutes when Jack had properly melted in Dean's lap from exhaustion, Dean finally stopped, releasing Jack's arm and letting him roll over onto his stomach. Dean rubbed up and down his back grinning down at the kid, though he couldn't see.

"You okay, Jack?" Sam asked after a few minutes.

"Y-yeah," Jack answered.

Dean rubbed a soothing hand through his hair, letting him fully relax.

"Hey, if you ever need any help getting Dean back, I'll gladly help you out Jack." Sam said. "He's ridiculously ticklish just like you." He smirked.

"Shut up." Dean glared at him. "You're just as bad."

"Statistically, Sam is less sensative than you are, but you and Jack seem equal in ticklishness." Cas held back a smile.

"You shut up too." Dean pointed at Cas. Sam laughed at them both.

Once again, Jack felt himself falling asleep but this time to the sounds of his family getting into a silly argument rather than the sounds of blaster fire and exciting background music.

Hope you liked

#supernatural #jack kline #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #tickle fic #supernatural tickle #this was very self indulgent #i regret nothing #ticklish!jack kline

[regularme12]

Supernatural Tickle fic

Summary: Dean, from all these years not seeing his little brother, forgot he was hella ticklish, until one faithful night...

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"Oh my god, Why did I ever think hunting that clown, would be a good thing...?"

Sam and Dean both got back from a fearful hunt, on Sam's part. The little brother found this mystery in a news article, and he acted on it bc he thought that's what their dad would've wanted them to do. After Dean realized what the hunt was about, he made it his mission to tease his brother till they got to the carnival, and hell, even during the investigation he still did it. They got back to their motel, and Sam fell straight on the bed in a Patrick Star pose, with his arms stretched out beside his head, and his legs fell off the bed. Dean, being a good older brother, went to go join him, not to comfort him, to tease him more.

"Wow, Sam. That clown really got to you huh?" Dean laughed, while he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shove it, Dean." Sam threw a pillow at his face, in which his older brother caught it with ease, laughing even more. "Wow, I'm glad you find this soooo funny, smartass." Sam on the other hand didn't.

"Awww, come on, Sammy, You need to laugh more in your life, you're so tense all the time."

"It's Sam, I'm not a little kid no more. And quit teasing me about my stupid phobia, at least I'm not scared to fly." Sam smirked.

"Hey!" Dean got a little defensive over that, "You can die in a plane crash!"

"And apparently clowns kill, who looks stupid now."

There was a moment of silence until the older brother threw a pillow at his younger brother, surprising him in the midst. "Still you, haha"

"Ack! Dean! Quit your shit."

"Oh noo... Sam... BEHIND YOU!!"

Sam got scared and jumped up looking behind him, "WHAT?!"

"IT'S A CLOWN AND IT CAME TO KILL YOU!! OOGA BOOGA!!!" Dean took this chance and skittered his fingers on the latter's sides.

"Ahhh!! Dehehehean!! Stohohohop!!" Sam fell back squeezing his arms to his sides, kicking and squirming around.

"Wow, Sammy, after two years of not seeing you, you are still so ticklish since u were a kid. You know by now u oughta grow out of that." Dean towered over him pinning his arms down under his knees.

"Stohohohop!!! Dean! Please! You knohohow how muhuhuhuch I hate ihihit when you tihihihickle me!!!"

"I don't think I remember correctly, my mind's all foggy, I mean, after you left me and dad alone so you can go to college. I kinda missed pinning you down like this and tickling the shit out of you." Dean went and tazed both his sides, going up to his neck to tickle there, and moved back down to his sides whenever Sam decided to scrunch up his neck.

"Nahhhhaha, Dean!! Quhuhuhuitttt your shihihit, right fuuhuhucking now! I leheheft for two years! Nohohohot a dehehehcade, dumbass!"

"Wowwww, you're in this situation, and you still made it your mission to be a total smart ass? I think bad boys like you should be punished~." Dean jumped up on to his brother's chest, cuffing his legs around his arms to still immobolize him.

"Ugh, Dean, get your ass out of my fa-AHAHAHACE! NOOO AHAHAHAH STOHOHOP I HAHAHATE THAT I HAHAHAHATE THIS!!!" Dean went to knead at his hip bones, rubbing his thumbs in circles inside the hollow area.

"Oh, that's one thing I can remember. You're insanley ticklish on your hips, but it's not your worst spot. Do you want to help me jog my memory and remind me where it was again?"

"GOHOHO TO HELL!!"

"You do know, if u tell me now, I'll stop this whole ordeal and you can go away scott free, but if u don't... I may not stop for another good hour, Sammy."

"Fuck! Ok, whahahit!!"

"I'm not waiting.." Dean slowly started from his hip bone, and dragged his finger up to his worst spot, "Tell me now... or..."

"DAMN!! Dehehehan please, dohohon't."

"1..." He got closer.

"Dean!"

"2.." He got even closer~

"Wait, Dean! Please!"

"3..." Oh, he was right under it, wriggling his finger.

"FUCK!! DEAN!! STOP!!"

"Wow, you must really like saying my name. Wish it was yours, huh? Well, guess I'll just have to find out myself, bc you're not budging!" Dean started descending down with his finger. Until his lee yelled.

"OK!! FUCKING OK!!! It's my navel you basted!! IT'S MY FUCKING NAVEL, NOW STOP!!"

"Ohhh, you mean this part is your worst spot?" Dean started lightly scratching inside of his belly button.

"AH! DEAN! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T!" Sam kicked his knee so far up as a reflex and kicked his older brother square in the eye.

"OW! FUCK!" Dean, got off him falling to the side on the bed, holding his eye.

"Oh my god! Dean! Are you alright?! Here, I'll go get ice!!" Sam hurriedly got off the bed, and scarmbled to the freezer to get an ice pack, but all he could find was peas, so he used that instead.

"I'm fine, Sam. It's my fault. I should've stopped when you wanted me to. But you use to love tickling, you would beg dad and me to tickle you all the time , haha."

"Dean. I was 5, I'm 22 now, so I don't like that shit no more. I didn't know what was going on at the time, I used to love it, yh, but as I grew older, I hate the feeling now, that's all."

"Woah, all this sentalmental talk, you're not gonna expect me to hug you now, right?"

"No, Dean."

"Alright good."

There was more awkward silence, until Dean started chuckling.

"What's so funny now?!" Sam looked over with annoyance in his eyes

"I remember when I used to pin you down, and Dad started tickling your belly button, and you kicked him so hard in the back he had to go to the hospital and get physical therapy, couldn't walk for at least a good three days, give or take. And you were 13, so imagine how my eye feels right now!! Hahaha."

Sam started remembering that time, and chuckled too by how stupid it was, "Haha, shut up!" He punched his older brother's arm. "And don't forget you're ticklish too, if not, worse."

Dean got chills through his body by looking at Sam's evil smirk, inching towards him. The soon to be lee quickly got off the bed in a state of protests, "Wait, Sam, listen, ok?! I tickled you bc u were tense, I had to lay off some steam, you're finna tickle me for the hell of it, that's so unfair! You wouldn't do something like that to someone who's injured, right? Look at my eye! I may go blind now!"

"Just think of it as some revenge," Sam started chasing Dean around their small ass motel.

"NO SAM!! STOP PLEASE!!!" He put up a good race around the bed with a pea pack on his eye for a good 5 minutes. Sam could've easily tickled him sooner, but he loves the chase. He leaped across the bed, and pinned him down, and started tickling him.

Well, guess they both got what they wanted, right?

#tickle #tickle fic #supernatural #supernatural tickle

[cringemesstickles]

Honey Sweet Laughter

(TickleTober Day 16: Unusual Spot)

Summary: Gabriel discovers a new tickle spot on his boyfriend

Pairing: Sabriel

Word Count: 709

A/N: Some Sabriel tickles because they’re adorable

Anyway, ticklish arms are so underrated, goodbye

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One of the first things Gabriel learned about Sam Winchester was that he was incredibly ticklish. Obviously, this would come in handy for a trickster such as himself, and he uses it against his serious boyfriend every chance he gets.

As soon as he learned about Sam’s sensitivity, he quickly found all of his tickle spots.

Or so he thought…

On one lazy evening, the couple was huddled together on the bunkers sofa, enjoying some alone time on a day off.

Gabriel leaned in close and gave his boyfriend a peck on the cheek, delighting in the warmth of his presence.

“I told you a rest day was a good idea.” Said the archangel, grabbing the taller man’s hand and giving it a kiss.

Sam giggled and leaned into the touch, melting at the sensation of warm lips on his soft skin.

“Alright, I’ll admit it… for once, you had a good idea.” He teased lightly, earning a theatrical gasp from Gabriel.

“All of my ideas are good ones and I am offended that you seem to think otherwise!”

Sam giggled again, amused by his lover’s theatrics.

To Gabriel, the sound was like a drug, addictive, always leaving him wanting more. It was a sound so sweet, it could give honey a run for it’s money.

Gabriel did always have a sweet tooth.

Overfilled with affection, the archangel brought Sam’s wrist to his lips and started littering the skin with quick, playful kisses, traveling upwards to the delicate skin of his inner elbow.

The sensation sent sparks through Sam’s arm, drawing out a surprised gasp, followed by a storm of titters.

“Gahahabe! T-That tickles!” The hunter lightly tugged at his arm, his stomach filling with butterflies.

Gabriel froze and looked up at his boyfriend’s smiling face, utterly delighted by the reaction.

“Oh? A new tickle spot, you say?” He kept a firm grip on Sam’s wrist and used his other to spider his fingers from the wrist to the crook of the elbow, prompting the muscles to twitch and shake.

Sam let his head fall back against the couch, letting out sounds that could only be described as angelic.

“Just when I thought I had found all your tickle spots~”

Sam’s laughter reached a new pitch when Gabriel started nuzzling the soft skin. He never knew such a light touch could be so ticklish, but as his boyfriend continued to nuzzle, the slight stubble brushing against the inside of his elbow, he couldn’t deny the overwhelming happiness that the sensation brought.

“Aww, does this tickle? Who knew you could be sooo sensitive in such a strange spot~” Cooed Gabriel, switching back to peppering chaste kisses all over his lover’s arm.

Sam couldn’t help but blush, the teasing getting under his ticklish skin and chasing his blood to the surface.

“You’re s-so embahaharrassing!”

Gabriel’s eyes had that flare to them, signaling that he was up to something.

“You think that tickles? How about this!”

Quick as a hare, he sucked in a breath and blew a sharp raspberry right on the sensitive skin, prompting Sam to jerk his arm and squeal.

“GABE, NOHOHOO!” Sam protested through peals of laughter, the blissful smile on his face betraying how he truly felt.

Gabriel could never put into words how he felt about the hunter before him. In his entire celestial life, he had never loved anything as much as he loved Sam.

Deciding he’d tortured his lover enough, the archangel released his arm and pulled away, eyes filled with love for the blushing mess in front of him.

He leaned in and pulled Sam into a warm, gentle kiss, relishing in the way Sam’s giggles felt against his lips.

When they parted, be it reluctantly, they looked at each other with all the love in the universe, content smiles adorning their faces.

“I love you… even when you embarrass the life out of me.”

Gabriel grinned and gave the hunter one last kiss on the nose, admiring the soft chuckle that escaped Sam’s lips.

“Love you too, my big brave hunter.”

They spent the rest of their night cuddling, letting themselves bask in the serenity of the moment.

And if more tickles took place, that’s a secret for just them to share.

#mess writes #tickletober2023 #tickletober #augtickletober2023 #tktober2023 #tktober #lee!sam #lee!sammy #ticklish!sam #ticklish!sammy #ler!gabriel #sabriel #supernatural tickle fic #supernatural tickling #spn tickling #spn tickles #spn tickle fic #tickle community #tword content #sfw tickling #tickles #tickle fic #sabriel tickle fic

[august-anon]

Pray for Mercy

Tickletober 2022, Day 18: Chase [LATE]

this was actually the first fic i wrote for this year's tickletober, months ago when i first finished the prompt list, before i ever officially posted it lol. i have not reread or edited this! i simply do not have the time or energy unfortunately lol, but hopefully its alright and not too messy!

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Fandom: Supernatural

Ship(s): Destiel

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Dean/Ler!Castiel

Word Count: 2736 words

Summary: Dean should've known there were consequences to tickling an angel. Even one with such a cute, innocent smile like Cas.

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Dean raced down the halls of the bunker, skidding around corners and almost slipping every other step thanks to only being in his socks. The bunker was supposed to be safe, after all. Why would he need to wear his big, heavy boots everywhere when he could finally live in comfort? Well, Dean certainly felt like a fool, now.

Had the bunker always been this complex? It felt like a labyrinth, unrecognizable and unending, trapping him no matter what turn he took. He thought he knew the place inside and now by now, explored all the nooks and crannies during the late nights where he couldn’t sleep knowing what horrors were awaiting him behind his eyelids. Apparently, he thought wrong. Or maybe that was just the scratch of fear slithering down his neck seeping into his mind, muddling things that he knew that he knew.

Footsteps echoed around him, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Truthfully, Dean couldn’t be sure if they were even real, or just a figment of his own mind, traitorously adding to his torment. In a blind moment of panic, he threw open a door on his left, whipping around to shut it as quietly as he could.

The room was dim, but it was quiet. In fact, his own heavy breathing sounded deafening against the concrete walls. He was tempted to hold his breath to hide it, not wanting to give away his position, but if he was found, Dean knew that he would need it. He backed slowly into the room, eyes trained on the door as he shuffled his feet, moving slowly and carefully so he wouldn’t bump into anything and alert anyone, or anything, to his current location. As long as he was quiet, he would be safe here. Please, let him be safe here.

There was a quiet ruffle of feathers behind him, and Dean barely had time to register the sound as danger before backing into a solid chest, not having caught himself in time to stop moving. He did, in fact, stop breathing for a moment, though.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Dammit, Cas, you–!”

Dean didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, not that he really knew where he was going with it in the first place. He was quickly silenced – well, not silenced, more hindered – by Cas’s arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace, using the hold to sneak fingers into all the weak points he could reach along Dean’s sides and ribs.

Dean doubled over in his laughter, trying to claw Cas’s hands off his torso with weak and trembling fingers. Even though he knew it wouldn’t work, Dean was still offended when Cas’s hands crept high onto his upper ribs, making his arms slam down in an involuntary defense. He jerked his torso back and forth, trying to loosen Cas’s grip or dislodge him somehow, but Cas followed easily with every twist and turn. Dean wasn’t gonna get out of this so easily.

“Cas– come on!”

“Sorry, Dean, I can’t quite understand you through your laughter. Would you mind repeating that for me?”

Dean did, in fact, mind. Even if he hadn’t said anything worth repeating. So instead, bicep still pressed tightly to his ribs, Dean raised up his hand showing Cas his middle finger as best as he could.

Cas tutted. “Really, Dean, you should know better to antagonize me at this point. Did you really think you could get away with this morning’s antics without recompense?” 

Note to self: never play Scrabble with Cas.

“Now, do you regret it, yet?”

Dean shook his head. Hell, no. It had been hilarious. And maybe a little adorable. Not that Dean would admit that to Cas’s face. No, Dean would keep all his thoughts about Cas’s gummy smile and his bright, bubbly laughter all to himself, thank you very much. But he certainly didn’t regret it.

Cas sighed. “You will, eventually.”

And then, surprisingly, Castiel let him go. The torment stopped, his arms unwrapped from Dean’s torso, and he took a few steps back from where they had stood, pressed together from shoulders to hips. Dean wobbled and wavered for a moment, having to readjust to holding his weight up on his own again without Cas to steady him through his remaining giggles. He shot a confused look over his shoulder, but Cas stood there as impassively as ever, appraising Dean with a calculated look.

“You have a fifteen second head start,” Cas rumbled, raking his eyes over Dean’s body, “before round two begins.”

Dean’s eyes practically bugged out of his skull. “What?”

Castiel narrowed his own. “You heard me.”

Dean didn’t need to be prompted a third time. He turned tail and ran, damn his jellied legs and trembling knees to hell, sliding down the halls in his stupid patterned socks once more. He wondered if he had time to sneak into his room and change clothes, because he suddenly felt very bare in the t-shirt and boxers he’d been lounging around in all day with Sam being gone, or if Cas would corner him before he got the chance. Ultimately, Dean decided it wasn’t worth the risk, and he kept running, directionless. He could only hope it took Cas a little longer to find him, this time.

Dean was hardly even aware of the twists and turns he was taking, his only goal being “get as far away from Cas as possible,” so when he blindly whipped around a corner and slammed directly into Cas’s body, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d just gone around in a circle at some point. Either way, Cas let out a low, growling chuckle into his ear, this time sliding his hands up under Dean’s shirt in the embrace.

“Goddammit!” Dean spat.

“Now, now,” Cas said, his voice infuriatingly calm for how much Dean was struggling in his arms. “Let’s not bring my Father into this.”

“Asshole!”

Cas sighed. “You Winchesters never learn, do you?”

Dean let out a mortifying little yip as Cas’s fingers started spidering all over his back, jerking forward and only further encasing himself in Cas’s arms. He buried his face in Cas’s neck, not wanting Cas to have the pleasure or reward of seeing his face flush from the embarrassment of his own giggling.

“Tell me, Dean, which tickles more. This?” Cas scribbled and spidered his fingers all along the backs of Dean’s ribs and sides. “Or this?” He scratched his fingers ever-so-lightly up and down Dean’s back, the feel-good tingles warring with the building ticklish feeling into a dangerous combination.

“Both, you fucking– Cas!”

Apparently, answering both meant that Cas would do both, which Dean found entirely unfair. He whined through his giggles, so far past embarrassment (at least, for this round), squirming forward and back in Castiel’s grip like either direction would get him anywhere. And then, just as quickly as he swooped in, Cas vanished from his personal space, leaving Dean wobbling once more. He leaned against the wall for a second, trying to catch his breath through his giggles.

“You have ten seconds,” Cas said.

Dean’s head shot up. “Ten?!”

Cas raised an eyebrow. “I am being incredibly generous, giving you these head starts. Are you sure you wanted to waste your time arguing with me?”

A slew of expletives slipped out of Dean’s mouth. He pushed himself off the wall and bolted past Cas, nearly tripping over himself with how shaky his legs were. Dean had been a hunter his entire life, stalked by monster and man alike, but never before had he felt more like prey than this moment. How was Cas finding him so easily, every single time? All he needed was a moment to think.

He did not get that moment. Instead, he skidded to a stop on his stupid socks, almost falling on flat on his ass, as Castiel emerged from one of the doors ahead of him. He glanced over and walked in Dean’s direction, calm and cool and collected, and Dean felt himself get even more frazzled in return. He turned on his heel and sprinted in the opposite direction, chanting lose me, lose me in his mind all the while.

Only for Cas to emerge from a different door up ahead in this direction, once again starting a calm walk in Dean’s direction.

Dean felt a wave of indignance go through him, remembering all the things he’d read about humans being endurance hunters. How they would tire out their prey, track them calmly, letting the prey spook and race off, only to be found and repeat the process again. Eventually, the prey would tire out, be too exhausted to keep it up, and that was when the human would strike. Then again, the post Dean had read was about pet owners trying to catch their escaped cats, so who knew what the truth was to that.

Cas may not have been a human, but that just gave him a sharper advantage. As an angel, he couldn’t exactly tire, but Dean, the so-called endurance hunter, could. Cas was one of the only things above humans on the food chain, and Dean was about to become lunch. The endurance hunter becoming the endurance hunted.

God, it was fun. Not that he’d ever admit it, even under pain of death.

Dean whipped around and jogged down another hallway, taking a multitude of twists and turns to try and throw Cas off his trail. Then, because it had worked so well the first time, Dean picked a door and ran inside. He almost locked it, before remembering that it would only be a detriment to himself when he would inevitably have to run away again.

Dean tried to steady his breathing, backing slowly away from the door, before he remembered where that got him last time. He whipped around, eyes scanning the dark room and ears straining for the sounds of ruffling feathers. Don’t find me here, Dean pleaded in his mind. Don’t find me here, don’t even look here.

A quiet, rolling noise caught Dean’s attention, and he whirled around to see the doorknob turning ever-so-slowly. He spat out a quiet curse, glancing around the room for a hiding place and finding none. Ultimately, he decided to back up until his back hit the wall. At least this time, there could be no surprises from behind. The door opened with a creak, and Dean tried to wipe all the giddiness and nerves from his expression. He didn’t need to give Cas the satisfaction.

“Hello again, Dean.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Cas quirked an eyebrow, walking forward again at that maddeningly slow pace. Dean didn’t see the point in running – the room was too small for him to dart around Cas to escape, and he’d just make a fool of himself in the process – so instead, he pressed himself further into the wall, trying to brace for the coming attack.

But the attack didn’t come, this time. Instead, Cas leaned forward and kissed him, slow and sweet and languid. Dean tried to keep his composure, but it was only seconds before he melted into it, closing his eyes and humming in contentment. Cas guided Dean’s arms up around his shoulders and wrapped his own arms around Dean’s waist, pushing him even further into the wall as he pressed their bodies together. Just when Dean felt like he couldn’t stand it another moment, his lungs getting the better of him after all the running and the repeated tickle attacks, Cas pulled back and he gasped in a few breaths of air.

“Hi,” Dean murmured, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Cas brushed their noses together. “Hi.”

Cas slid his hands back around so that they were resting lightly on Dean’s stomach and hips. Dean kept his own arms around Cas’s neck for the time being, trying to count the hues of blue in Cas’s eyes.

“Are we done, then?”

Cas quirked both eyebrows this time. “No. I was just trying to lower your guard.”

Dean’s face dropped. “Wha–?” 

He cut himself off with a gasp as a light, tingling sensation made itself known in his lower stomach and hips, radiating deep into the nerves. He grunted and shifted, trying to bring his hands down to defend himself, push Cas’s hands away, something, only to find that his arms were trapped around Cas’s neck, and he only succeeded in pulling Cas closer. Fucking angel mojo, tickling him with it and trapping him? That really wasn’t fair.

“You– asshole!”

“Just let go, Dean,” Cas mumbled, leaning forward to nuzzle his stubble into Dean’s neck. “You know you want to.”

Dean let out a choked sound with the added sensation on his neck, smushing his face down against Cas’s to try and push him out. All the while, the tingling beneath Cas’s hands only snuck deeper beneath his skin, growing and building on top of itself until it was almost unbearable, despite how light the feeling was. Against his will, strangled little snickers started bubbling up his throat and spilling from his lips.

“Damn you,” he bit out through it all. “How do you keep finding me so fast?”

Cas cocked his head to the side, the move far more innocent than Cas deserved to pretend to be, like a puppy who ate your lunch and was trying to make you forget all about it. Well Dean would not be forgetting, thank you very much, especially not while the puppy was still actively chewing on his damned sandwich right in front of him.

“Are you aware,” Cas said, “that you have been praying this entire time?”

If Dean could’ve frozen, he would have. Instead he was stuck squirming back and forth as his jaw dropped open, only widening the way for more laughter to escape as the light buzzing radiating out from his core threatened to consume him.

“What?!”

“Praying. Everytime you run, or try to hide, or think you hear me coming, you pray. For mercy, for guidance, for luck. And it seems I must be your default to pray to, because I heard every word, Dean. Every. Word.”

Fucking shit, how much did Dean push into those prayers? How much did Cas hear of his internal monologue? Just how screwed was he?

“You fucking cheat–”

“I don’t recall you establishing any rules. Do you?”

“There was no time–” Dean squealed, cutting himself off, as the tingling buzz swirled down and centered itself solely on his hips.

“Well, that’s your own fault, is it not?”

Oh fucking damn him. Cas played these games too well.

“Don’t worry, Dean. We both know you wouldn’t have wanted rules in the first place.”

“Fuck you.”

Cas retaliated with a raspberry directly in the crook of his neck. Dean’s knees went out, cackling and tearing up with the intensity of it all. Cas pushed into him, pinning him in place against the wall, not letting him have even that escape.

“Are you sorry yet?”

Sorry?? Sorry for what, crying all over his trench coat?

“For attacking me this morning?”

“Yes,” Dean cried out. “Yes! I’m sorry!”

Cas had mercy. He lifted his face out of the crook of Dean’s neck and pulled away his hands, sucking out the vibrations of his grace along with them. A moment later, the invisible bonds on Dean’s wrists and hands vanished and he was able to pull them back towards his body, rubbing away the ghostly feeling the grace tickles left behind.

“You have another ten seconds before round four begins.”

Dean blinked. “But– I said sorry!”

Cas stared at him, his gaze steady and calm. “I don’t believe you truly want this game to end.”

Dean didn’t know how to reply to that. He certainly would not be telling Cas that he was right.

“And since you seem so inclined to waste your headstarts, why don’t we make it five seconds, instead?” Cas smirked. “I suggest you run now, Dean.”

Dean wasn’t stupid enough to earn himself another penality, so he shoved Cas off him and he ran, a grin tugging at his sore cheeks all the while. He wondered what would be waiting for him at the end of the chase this round. He couldn’t wait to find out.

But that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy on Cas.

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"Where is the car keys?" With ler!Dean -please and thank you🥺

“Where are the car keys?” Dean asked you after he checked under the night stand.

You shrugged, keeping your attention on your laptop as you continued doing research. “Don’t know. Ask Sam.”

Dean grumbled a bit, shuffling over to your motel bed. “Where did you put them?”

“What?” You peered up at him. “Why do you think I took them?”

“Because you’re constantly a pain in my ass. Give ‘em up,” He glared at you, holding out his hand. You furrowed your brows and squinted.

“I already told you that I don’t have them. Go. Ask. Sam.”

Dean just let out a deft chuckle, then rolled up the sleeves of his flannel. “Fine. If you wanna do this the hard way, we’ll do it the hard way.” He snapped your laptop shut and tossed it onto the other bed, only to replace the loss of it with his body weight.

“Hey! Dean! What are you doHOHOING? DEHEAN, NO!” You screamed out in surprise laughter as he placed pulsing squeezes to your ribs. You writhed underneath him as he attacked you, feet pounding against the mattress and your head pressing into the headboard.

“If you just tell me where you put them, I’ll stop,” Dean said nonchalantly over the volume of your laughter.

“I- I-HI DON’T- I DOHON’T HAHAHAVE THEM! PL-PLEHE-DEAN!”

“You have 5 seconds or I’m going for the pits,” He threatened. “5…4…”

“DEHEHEAN I PROMISE…”

“3…2…”

“NO, DEAN!”

“1…” Dean grappled with your wrists to hold them in one of his hands so he could move them aside to dig the other under your arm.

You screeched, then screamed again, and fell into silent laughter.

“Why is she screaming?” Sam barged into the room, eyes wide. “Dean, what are you doing?”

“She took the car keys and won’t tell me where they are,” he answered bluntly, still tickling you to tears. You fell limp against the bed, succumbing to the fact that you were probably going to die by your best friends hands.

“No, she didn’t. You left them in the car. I saw them when I went to grab my bag,” Sam explained. Dean immediately stopped, prompting you to take multiple gasps of air.

He cocked his head at his brother, instantly remembering the moment he dropped them on the floor of the Impala, but too lazy to pick them up. He told himself he’d do it later. That was 12 hours ago.

Dean looked over at you sympathetically, a crooked smile on his face. “Sorry?”

“You’re dead meat, Winchester…”

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i loved this!!

also this is a reminder that i am NO LONGER ACCEPTING SENTENCE PROMPTS!

i will gladly take any and all fic prompts you have, but i’m finished with sentence drabbles for the time being!

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[leegemma]

Suddenly felt like writing again :)))

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You walked in to the bunker and slammed the door after you, running straight up to your room with out even acknowledging your two brothers and uncle who were all sitting around the main table.

Dean raised his eyebrow and looked across at his brother, who looked back at him with the same look on his face.

"Why are you looking at each other like that?" Cas asked the two calmly.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Did you not see a certain little creature speeding up the stairs just a few seconds ago?"

Cas frowned.  "A creature? Well shouldn't we go after it?"

Sam chuckled and shook his head. "He's talking about y/n, you idiot."

"Oh." Cas nodded in understanding. "Very well, I'll keep working here. You go on and head up."

"You sure?" Dean asked.

Cas nodded again. "Of course."

Both the brothers got up and headed to your room, Dean knocking your door twice before opening it to find you laying face first on your bed. Your shoulders shaking as you cried.

"Oh, y/n." Sam hurried to sit next to you and started stroking your back.

Dean came over to sit on your other side resting his hand on top if your head. Feeling a bit akward. "What's going on, bug?"

"Nothing, go away!" You yelled into your pillow.

"No can do, sweetie. Talk to us." Sam said while he smiled softly.

"I don't have the powers to." You mumbled,  suddenly quite.

Dean frowned.  "That is the lamest excuse I have ever heard."

"But I don't!" You protested.

"Yeah, we got that. But we can't help you unless you tell us what happend..." Sam continued.

Now it was your time to frown, though they couldn't see it with you face burried like that. "I never asked for you to help mE- Hehey!"

You squealed as a hand squeezed you side, then looked up to see Dean smirking at you.

"Spill it, y/n. Or we'll make you spill it." He said, the smirk never once fading away.

You, still not catching on, shook your head and sniffled. Burrying it right back into your pillow. "Don't wanna."

"Well then. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Dean started digging into your side, electing surprised giggles out for you.

"Dhehehe! Nohohoho" you flipped onto your back and tried pushing his hands away.

Dean only chuckled and shook his head

"I'll stop when you tell me what happened. Sammy, care to help?"

Sam shrugged. "Why not?" Then dove right in, tickling your armpits.

"OKAHAHAY! ILL TELL YOUHOUH!" You finally broke after taking 5 minutes of their torture.

Both brothers immediately stopped. Sam pulling you to him and hugging you tight. Dean ruffling your hair.

"It's just... I just had a really bad day at school. Apparently all my friends hung out without me on Saturday so I just felt kinda bad. Sorry I was rude to you guys..." you mumbled while still in Sam's arms.

Dean huffed. "Those jerks... they don't deserve you, y/n. You'll find friends better than them."

"And meanwhile... you have us, and we're pretty cool..." Sam smiled down at you.

You laughed. "I don't know guys... two friends doesn't seem like too much..."

"How about three then?"

You and your brothers turned to look at the door, where the voice was coming from. There stood cas with a comforting smile on his face.

"How long have you been standing there for?" Sam laughed.

"A while..." cas replied looking sheepishly at the ground.

You shook your head fondly and opened your arms, mentioning for him to get closer. "Three does sound a lot better."

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[chalterdh22]

Dean and Castiel in Ghost - Augtickletober2023

Lee: Dean

Ler: Castiel

Summary:  Dean wakes up from another nightmare, but this one is different as it’s leaving risiduals coming through while he’s awake.  He thinks it’s a ghost, since he gets chilly feelings as well.  It’s not a ghost though!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Some swearing.

Dean gasped awake one night in his bunker room.  He was sweating and for some reason he had a small grin on his face, but for the love of everything, he couldn’t remember what it was he was dreaming about.  Nothing good though, he assured himself.

He sat up and started getting some chills down his spine.  He reached to his dresser drawer quickly to get a gun.  How did a ghost get in our bunker, he was thinking.  It was completely sealed.  Sure of it though, he started to stand up and investigate.

After a few minutes, all those feelings seemed to go away, so he laid back down to fall back asleep.  He started to drift off again, and slight tingles and chills started at his spine and crawled down his back to the backs of his legs and his feet.

His eyes popped right open and again, sat straight up.  He started to jitter but couldn’t figure out what was actually going on.  He ripped his sheet off him and looked down at the bed towards his feet.  Nothing was there.  He was starting to get aggravated at this point.

He was just about to lay down again and gasped and hopped in the bed.  “Whoa!  What the hell?”  He was looking all over.  There was truly nothing there.

Then he felt it at his feet again, like an itch, and his foot fell asleep, but then it started moving up and down his soles.  “Dammit, ahhh!”  He kicked his legs at nothing and more sounds came out of his mouth involuntarily.  He tried to press his lips together, but it really didn’t help.  Bringing his legs up to his chest, he started rubbing the bottoms of his feet to make the phantom “itch” go away.

It didn’t work, and by now, he was a sweaty mess, and wasn’t thinking straight.  “Sammy!”  He yelled at the top of his lungs, barely getting it out.  “Ugh!!!  SToooo-ooopppp!  Nooo-nooo!”

Sam busted in his room with a knife.  “What is it Dean?”  He flipped the light on and saw his big brother pushing his feet into the bed like they were on fire.

“Saaaaammmmmmeeee!  Sssssoometh-thing is oooon meee!”  He barely got out, scratching at his feet and kicking at the same time.

“Dean, I don’t see anything!  Hold still?  Is it hurting you?”  Sam all but jumped onto his brother’s legs keeping them from moving so he could look properly.

“Nooooo!” Dean swung and knocked Sam off the bed.

“Wait, are you laughing Dean?’  Same asked confused.

“Yeeeessss!  It tiiickles!” 

Sam stood back and just looked at his brother and small smile appeared on his face.  “Ok, Cas, I think he has had enough.”  And just like that, it stopped.  Dean was still on his back breathing heavy with residual giggles leaving his mouth as Sam sat down next to him.  Cas appeared instantly and stood in front of Dean looking down at the brutal hunter that was his friend.

“Told you.”  Sam said, looking up at Cas.  “Told you he has a weak spot.”

“You were right.” Cas said with a straight face.  “I just never would have thought it would be someone’s feet.  I didn’t know that was a human thing.”

“You both are dead.”  And just like that, Cas disappeared, and Sam was left sitting next to a very angry Dean. 

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[hiddlesbummmm]

Wow! I apologize for the long wait! Life has been hella crazy, but I think its starting to level out again. I owe you all a huge thanks for being ever so patient with me💕 I hope you enjoy this Supernatural fic requested by two anons. Up next is a Dr.Strange fic for all my wonderful Marvel fans. Love you all ❤️

Original prompts here and here

Warnings: Tickle Fic, slight swearing

Words: 2678 Lee Reader/ Ler Dean Winchester

Doing Your Best

Nobody was perfect. You knew that very well. Even as a talented hunter, you made mistakes. This lifestyle was a risky business. One mistake could be fatal, not only for you but for those around you as well. 

Hunting was unpredictable. Some days you got 3 hours of sleep, and other days none at all. You had to fight every human instinct to not run away from the monsters and instead kill them. Today was one of those days where you, unfortunately, had only slept for 3 hours. 

You awoke to the loud sounds of thumping and faint yelling. You couldn’t tell if it was Sam or Dean. In a hurry, you jumped out of bed and gathered your hunting gear. But in your flurry, you could have sworn you grabbed the rock salt shotgun shells, but after being woken up at 3 in the morning and filled with an adrenaline rush, you accidentally grabbed the standard shotgun shells. 

You and the boys were staying at a supposed haunted hotel. The owner of the place had been friends with John Winchester years before, so he knew exactly who to call in times of need. 

You liked these kinds of calls because there was no beating around the bush about the reality of the situation. The owner, Paul, knew it was something supernatural and called the “professionals” as he stated on the phone. 

You hated fighting monsters when the people around you were naive and clueless. Since Paul suspected some ghostly activity, he had shut down the hotel for a couple of days to help keep guests safe. 

Unfortunately, he only suspected it was a ghost because two of his employees had been found hanging in the past couple of months, and was scared shitless. 

Upon arrival, you and the guys split up to go over all the details of what was going on. Sam took the EMF reader and started walking the halls looking for any activity, Dean went to the morgue to look at the bodies, and you were in charge of interviewing Paul and other employees to get a better understanding of the whole situation. 

Sam being a bookworm, had also done some extensive research about the hotel. Nothing crazy had popped up in his searches. Just the usual drug overdoses, a couple of suicides, and one murder. The murder piqued your interest because it turns out the murderer had killed her husband who had been abusing her for years. She finally snapped when she found out she was pregnant and suffocated him with a pillow while he was passed out drunk. 

The woman was never formally charged as the court ruled the murder justified in the case of self-defense. (You were glad to hear that news). 

Sam and Dean figured the ghost could be that man’s spirit looking for revenge since the two people that were killed were women. You hadn’t quite figured out the stressors yet, but knew that the more digging you did, the more likely you would find it. 

After interviewing the remaining female employees, you found that most of them had experienced some paranormal activity while at work. For most, it was seeing an object fly across the room or seeing the occasional figure dissipate into thin air. Those who did see the ghostly figure said it was a male with dark hair and a beard. This matched the description of the abusive husband. 

After sharing your findings with the Winchester duo, it was determined that the husband was the ghost you were looking for. Unfortunately, the man had been cremated, so instead of looking for his bones to burn, you had to find what object he had bonded to on earth still. 

Sam immediately locked himself in one of the rooms and started frantically researching to see if there was any object the man was attached to. 

Turns out, the hotel where the man died, had a museum in it that contained objects about the hotel's history. In this museum, there was a pocket watch that was rumored to have been owned by the abusive husband. 

With this news, the three of you decided you were going to get the watch, salt and burn it, and rid the hotel of this fowl monster. 

But of course, plans don’t always happen the way we want them to. 

The plan was to get the watch first thing in the morning. There was no reason to stay up later than you already were, so Dean decided you would meet in the breakfast hall at 7:00 am.

That’s why you were completely shocked to be woken up at 3:00 am. You gathered your things and rushed to the location of the noise. 

The ghost was upset with your plans to burn his watch and had attacked Dean when he had left the hotel's bar. 

You ran down the staircase to see Dean get thrown into a nearby wall. With a groan, he made eye contact with you and yelled

“Hurry up and shoot the damn thing!”

With shaking arms, you raised up the shotgun and fired at the ghost. You watched as it went straight through the ghost and into the table behind it. 

“What the F-“

You started to say as you pulled the remaining bullets from your sweatshirt pocket. That’s when you realized the huge mistake you made.

These were not rock salt shells.

These were real shotgun pellets.

Your eyes widened in panic as you realized you had no iron or salt on you. 

But before the ghost could attack Dean again, you watched as Sam came out from the hallway and slashed the ghost with an iron fire poker. Instantly, the ghost disappeared into thin air. 

You stood frozen as your brain tried to understand all that had just happened. But you were soon interrupted by Dean angrily grumbling to himself. 

“I guess I’ll just go burn the freaking watch by myself. Who knew I had to do all the work around here”

You were about to apologize, but Sam gave you a look like meant “Not right now”.

Dean turned and looked right at you. You knew he was angry because his forehead vein was protruding and his face was red. With his voice laced with anger and disappointment, he yelled at you. 

“There’s no excuse for your stupidity. Mistakes in the hunting business almost always lead to death. I can’t believe how careless you were. I taught you better”.

Feeling defeated, you watched as Dean picked up his duffel bag and ran to the museum to get rid of the watch.

Sam came over and gave you a reassuring pat on the back. 

“Don’t sweat it Y/n. We all make mistakes. It’s hard to tell the difference between the two shells in the dark.”

You shrugged and looked towards the ground. 

“Dean won’t see it that way. I screwed up, and now Dean is angry with me. I’m such a failure”. 

You felt your eyes start to water, but you quickly blinked back the tears. 

Sam rolled his eyes. 

“Dean is Dean. It takes him a lot longer to cool off, especially when he gets thrown into a wall. He’s also probably hungover, so keep that in mind. I’m gonna go see if Dean needs help.”

You nodded and were left to your thoughts. 

This was the first time you had fallen victim to Dean’s anger. Of course, you had witnessed Dean yelling at Sam or Bobby before, but this was different. You were the one feeling the wrath. It was no secret that sometimes Dean had a very short fuse. Especially when he was hungry, tired, or frustrated. In this case, he was also hungover. 

When Dean fell into the pit of frustration or anger, he usually would spit insults at whoever was closest and then later feel terrible for the things he said. This you had witnessed dozens of times. 

You knew the things Dean said to you were the result of a long frustrating hunt, but it still hurt you nonetheless. 

Feeling downright awful, you scurried back to your hotel room and packed up your things. This was going to be a long trip back to the bunker.

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The car ride was just as tense as you imagined. Dean hardly glanced at you for the whole 8 hours you were in the car together. Sam tried his best to ease the tension, but eventually, he gave up when Dean cranked up his music instead of responding. 

You could sense Dean was still slightly irritated with the whole situation, but his anger was no longer directed at you. Dean had a way of hiding his feelings, especially those of guilt. You knew deep down, that he felt bad for snapping at one of his best friends, but it was gonna take a while for him to admit it. 

Upon returning to the bunker, the three of you unloaded your bags and weapons. Sam offered you a beer as he also handed one to Dean as he collapsed onto the worn-out sofa. You politely declined, said goodnight, and headed to your room to clear your head a little bit. 

Sam gave you a nod.

“Great work today Y/n. Have a good night”

You gave him a slight smile and wandered down the dimly lit hallway to your room. 

Sam watched you head back to your room and as soon as you were gone from view, he turned to look at his older brother. 

“Dude. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Dean sipped his beer before turning to look at Sam. 

“Nothing. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Sam rolled his eyes. 

“Dean, we all make mistakes. Stop giving Y/n the cold shoulder. You know she’s an excellent hunter.”

Dean didn’t respond but instead placed his beer bottle back on the coffee table. 

Sam let out a huge sigh.

“You can be a real prick sometimes you know.”

Sam stood without another word and went to his bedroom for the night. 

Dean watched Sam leave and soon he was stuck with only himself in the living room. 

He hated to admit it, but Sam was 100% right. He was feeling very guilty about how he had snapped at you. 

So, Dean quickly swallowed his pride and went to your bedroom to apologize.

You were reading a book when you heard a knock at the door. You figured it was Sam. Usually, after hunts, Sam would run to the store and buy ice cream for you guys. 

“Just a sec!” You said as you finished the page you were on.

You quickly hopped from the bed and opened the door. 

“You didn’t have to buy more ice cre—“

You paused when you saw that it was Dean in front of the door, not Sam. 

“Mind if I come in for a sec?” Dean grumbled out.

You nodded and moved aside, gesturing for him to enter. 

You both went and sat on the bed in silence. 

“Dean, if this is about earlier, it’s okay I understand and I’m sor—“ 

Dean quickly put his hand up to stop you mid-sentence. 

“No! I should be the one apologizing. You always do a fantastic job hunting, and I’m sorry for only recognizing your failures. We are all human, and I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Can you forgive me?”

You felt your jaw start to drop in awe, but you quickly stopped it. This was the first time Dean had actually meant an apology. You quickly composed yourself as Dean was waiting on an answer. 

“Of course, I forgive you, Dean! I promise I won’t be upset forever.”

Dean chuckled. You could sense his mood was lifting now that he got that apology off his chest. Dean stood from your bed.

“Good. I’m glad you won’t be sad forever”.

Feeling cheeky, you sassed him a little. 

“I said not forever Dean, but I think I might be a little sad tonight though.” 

Dean paused just as he put his hand on the doorknob.

“Don’t make me tickle you, Y/N”

With these words, Dean slowly pivoted on his heels and turned to face you. You immediately turned bright red and your eyes widened. 

“I was just kidding! I’m completely happy now, so there’s no need.” You bartered. 

Dean’s smile only grew. Your fate was sealed and you knew it. 

“Well I’m not so sure about that. I guess I’ll just have to make sure you are happy”.

You yelped when Dean lunged at you. Quickly, you rolled to the side of your bed as Dean missed your flailing body by inches. You were about to dash out the door when a hand latched around your forearm. 

Dean easily pulled you back to him and wrestled you onto the bed, belly down as he sat on your upper thighs. 

Giggling already, you tried to talk your way out. 

“ De-Dean you donahaht have to do this! I’m happy I swear!”

Dean just clicked his tongue at you. 

“Wow. I never realized I was best friends with a liar. Now I feel even more obligated to make sure you are okay. But I’ll be merciful, a couple of tickles around your hips should be perfect”.

Hearing this, you frantically tried to escape with no luck. Your hips were by far your worst spot, and Dean knew that. 

Not able to move much in the position you were in, you resorted to hitting Dean with your hands. This didn’t last long because Dean easily grabbed them and placed them under his knees, ensuring you were now stuck.

You felt Dean place his calloused fingertips on each hip. You jolted the moment you felt pressure, even though he hadn’t done anything yet. 

Dean then ever so lightly started prodding up and down your sides. You immediately caved and started giggling crazily. Dean would tease your worst spot but pinching and poking right up to it, but then backing away before making contact. 

The teasing was horrible, and already your face was red. 

Without stopping the teasing path of his fingers, Dean made it worse by verbally teasing you as well. 

“I hear those giggles, but I don’t know. Sounds like you may still be sad. Looks like I need to up the ante.”

Without further ado, Dean went for the kill. His nimble fingers made quick work of exploiting the sensitive skin surrounding your hips and waist. 

With each ticklish shockwave, you screeched out in pure mirth and did everything you could to break free. 

Dean was enjoying every second of his friendly torture as your laughter went from shrieking to deep belly laughter in just a few moments. 

You shook your head back and forth to try and fight the sensations that captured your body. You hadn’t laughed like this in a long time, and it felt nice to laugh freely with your best friend. 

Sensing you were at your wit's end, Dean gave you a couple more ticklish pinches right on your hipbones, before hopping off of you and rolling you over. 

Your face was beyond red, and your smile was plastered to your face. You weakly punched Dean in the arm as you collected yourself. 

“I must say, you look extremely happy now baby girl. Did I go overboard?”

You shook your head no.

“No Dean. That’s exactly what I needed. Thanks for being a good friend.”

Dean chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead.

A couple of moments later, there was a knock on your door.

“It open!” You announced. 

The door opened seconds later to Sam holding a huge bowl of ice cream. 

“I thought I would bring you some ice cream to lift your spirits, but it looks like someone beat me to it”.

The three of you laughed together as you all sat on your bed eating ice cream. 

None of you were perfect, but this was as close to perfect of a family you could ever ask for.

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