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Say ‘Iron Man’

Hi everyone! It’s been a while since I posted but I’m back with another fic. I don't know if its any good but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head so here it is. Please let me know what you think :) Enjoy!

Fandom: MCU

Characters: Tony and Peter

Warnings: A lot of angst at the beginning and fluff at the end haha. Fighting.

Summary: Peter is mad about how Tony handled something, and they get into a fight. But eventually the fighting becomes more playful and less serious.

Words: 2,038

“I can’t believe you did that!” Peter walked into Tony’s lab, throwing his backpack down in a rage. Tony didn’t turn from his work, he was expecting Peter to come in sooner or later. Aunt May had been concerned about the amount of time Peter had been spending Avenging, his grades had been slipping and he seemed exhausted and burnt out every time he came home; but Peter didn’t care, he loved being an Avenger and he loved being Spider-Man. So, he asked Tony to go over to his apartment and talk to her, he thought that speaking with Iron Man himself would help Aunt May understand that what he was doing was so much more important than high school or sleep.

But their conversation didn’t have the outcome Peter had been expecting. Seeing Tony ignore him, he walked right next to his table, waiting for him to turn and deal with his betrayal.

“What the hell, man?” Peter shocked himself, he never talked to Mr. Stark that way, and he could have sworn he saw the famous Tony Stark suppressing a smirk. Without looking up from his work Tony began,

“Peter, can we talk about this later? I’m in a bit of a hurry here.”

“No, we can’t talk about this later!” Peter fumed, “I sent you there to tell Aunt May that she was wrong, not to agree with her.” Stark stayed looking at his work, but paused for a minute,

“You sent me?” Tony just eyeballed the kid, wondering who the hell he thought he was, “Well, kid, I didn’t expect to agree with her. You told me she didn’t think you were ready to be an Avenger for no reason. But she has many, doesn’t she Peter?” He began working again,

“But-”

“School is important, your health is important. And you know what, we’ve had this problem before,” Tony pointed at Peter, reminded of how he acted when he was new to being Spider-Man, “You need to calm down. Let’s talk about this later.”

Peter was pissed. ‘Let’s talk about this later,’ was playing over and over in his head. Why is it that both of them are treating him like some dumb kid? Fury seemed to think he could handle it, but not Mr. Stark? The man who recruited him in the first place?

“I wanna talk about it now. Why don’t you trust me enough to handle this?” Tony ignored him.

“Mr. Stark.” Nothing. “What, I can only be an Avenger when it benefits you? Because you didn’t seem to have much of a problem with it before.” Nothing. Peter was goading him, he knew he would probably be in trouble for acting like such a brat, but frankly he didn’t care. He was too angry at Tony for betraying him and then not even having the nerve to talk about it.

“MR. STARK!” When Tony still didn’t reply, Peter was starting to feel very out of control in this whole situation, and it didn’t sit well with him. He walked up to Tony and shoved his shoulder, forcing him to spin away from the table to look at him, fully expecting himself to yell at the man, but in actuality ending up completely frozen in shock by his own behavior. Tony simply looked back and crossed his arms, not expecting this outburst but not fully surprised by it either. He was waiting to see where this was going.

“What was that about, Parker? Wanna try that again?”

Peter just stared blankly back at him, shaking his head slightly. He wasn’t sure if Tony was trying to escalate or de-escalate the situation, but he didn’t like that he seemed so much more in control of himself than Peter did. But Tony continued,

“Come on. You��re mad right? You can fight an alien army but not me? Throw a punch, let’s go.”

Some of the shock was fading away, allowing some of the anger to return. How dare Tony put the blame on him when this was entirely his fault. Tony was the one who didn’t take his side with Aunt May, and he was the one that didn’t want to talk about it. But Peter hadn’t meant to push him, he was just upset.

“Forget it.” Peter mumbled as he turned to leave the lab.

“That’s what I thought,” was Tony’s reply as he went back to his lab table.

Peter stopped, his temper getting the better of him again as he turned back around and swung a right hook directly at the famous Tony Stark’s face. But Tony was fast, he was used to much more serious battles than fights with a 16-year-old, and quickly blocked it. Peter reset, deciding to throw a kick instead that Tony may not be able to stop as easily. He would be wrong. Tony managed to grab Peters shoe before it hit him and pull it towards him, causing peter to fall backwards onto the mat below him. He hit the floor with a thud, and a slightly bemused look on his face. He really didn’t know what he was thinking, how was he going to win a fight against actual Iron Man, even though he wasn’t in his suit, he knew how to fight. It really wasn’t fair. Tony held onto Peter’s legs with one arm and held up a finger.

“I hope you got that out of your system, Peter.” Peter glared at him but continued to listen. Being forced to stay lying on the floor was causing some of his previous rage to dissipate. Though it also irritated him greatly. Tony continued, “I understand why you’re upset, but Aunt May is right. Catch up on school and start taking better care of yourself, then we can have this conversation again.” Peter was avoiding Tony’s gaze, a little ashamed of his reaction, but still upset with how Tony took May’s side over his.

“Mr. Stark, you told me you were on my side. I wouldn’t have asked you to go if I’d thought you’d agree with Aunt May. It’s not fair.”

“Peter.” Tony gave him the look that always made him shut up immediately, “I already told you, I didn’t plan to agree with her. I didn’t know how bad it was for you.”

“But Mr. Sta-”

“And I AM on your side.” Tony interrupted, “that’s why I’m doing this.” Seeing that he’d calmed down, Tony let Peter go and studied him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. He sincerely hoped that Peter understood. He knew he was angry, but also knew that the Peter wouldn’t have tried to fight with him if he didn’t trust him, which he was relieved about.

“Why don’t you start out by having some fun tonight, instead of worrying about saving the world, okay kid?” he quickly tapped Peter’s knee and began to stand up. Peter sat up, more upset than angry now. Of course Tony was on his side, he had always somehow shown up when he needed him most. Deep down he knew that, but that didn’t make not being allowed to be Spider-Man for a while any easier.

“Are you… mad at me, Mr. Stark?” Peter felt like a little kid again asking that question, and his cheeks burned a little red; but if Tony noticed, he didn’t say anything.

“No, I’m not mad, kiddo.” Tony decided to sit back down on the floor, beside Peter this time. He playfully shoved his shoulder, “But you know, I don’t know anybody else who would dare pull that little stunt on me. I could have put on my suit and it would be over for you.”

Peter smiled a little at that, relieved that he didn’t seem to be in any trouble (Well, any more trouble than he was already in with May). Tony seemed to be trying to lighten the mood, and he wanted Peter to have some fun… which gave him an idea. Tony didn’t seem to be particularly on guard, so Peter took the opportunity to swing his leg and knock Tony off balance before pinning him to the ground with his arms.

“I would say ‘bet’ but you’re probably too old to know what that means.” Peter smirked and tony scoffed. Peter was a little beside himself, he had just gotten into a physical fight with Tony and was incredibly lucky that he wasn’t angry with him- maybe he was pushing it. Tony took this momentary distraction as an opportunity, he wrapped his legs around petters and turned, flipping them over so he was now the one pinning Peter to the ground. The teen’s jaw dropped, he was not expecting to get in a wrestling match with Tony when he came here today. But then again, he also wasn’t expecting anything that happened that day, maybe his mentor just wasn’t very predictable.

“Would I be able to do that if I was so ‘old,’ as you say?”

“Well you’re not that type of old,” was Peter’s reply, to which Tony just stared and chuckled lightly, “What does that even mean, Pete?”

Peter didn’t answer as he rolled backwards, trying to break the grip Tony had on his forearms, but only succeeded in getting himself stuck in a worse position than before. Tony let go of his arms and took advantage of his off balanced position to quickly knock him on his side. Tony reached for the kid’s arm, thinking he could easily win this fight, but Peter had some acrobatic skills that Tony lacked. Peter flipped over and was able to pin Tony on his stomach, sitting on his back and pulling one hand up between his shoulder blades. He’d done stuff like this with Ned before, but Tony was more skilled at it than Ned and therefore Peter was very proud of himself for making it to this point.

“Say uncle,” Peter said, grinning a little to smugly.

“HA! No way am I surrendering to you, kid.” Tony responded confidently, though he was impressed that Peter had succeeded at pinning him- and causing ever increasing pain to his shoulder. Unbeknownst to Peter though, Tony had been in this situation before and knew how to get out of it. He rolled onto his side, throwing Peter off balance and used his previously pinned wrist to grab onto Peter’s. It took some maneuvering, but he eventually got Peter facing the opposite direction, with his arm and shoulder being held down by Tony. He wiggled around trying to get free but moving just made it worse.

“OKAY OKAY!! UNCLE!” Peter shouted, getting desperate to get out of the uncomfortable hold. Tony considered it. “Uncle? I’m not just some uncle, I am Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire-”

“Playboy philanthropist- I know! Let me up!” Peter interrupted desperately with a shout.

“Interrupting is rude.” Tony chided, “Say Iron Man, and I’ll let you go.” His shoulder was starting to hurt too bad to argue, so Peter complied.

“IRON MAN!” He yelled, and Tony let him go. He quickly pulled his arm in and cradled it, briefly wondering if it would ever be the same again, before he turned to his back and began rolling out his shoulder. He beamed at Tony,

“You’re such a jerk.” He laughed slightly, amused by the whole situation.

“You know it. There’s ice in the kitchen for that arm if you need it.” Tony helped him up and ruffled the kid’s hair, to which Peter slightly flinched away from, it was bad enough he beat him in their wrestling match, did he have to ruffle his hair too?

Peter rolled his eyes and went to grab his backpack, “You didn’t hurt me that badly, old man.” Tony made his way back to the lab table to finish his work, and looked pointedly at Peter,

“You’ll pay for that one. Now go home and get your homework done,” he said jokingly. Peter headed for the stairs, wanting to get some ice for his shoulder without Tony knowing about it, and his mentor yelled after him,

“And get some sleep, you crazy kid.”

Peter left the Avengers compound with a bag of ice and a smile on his face.

#marvel #fanfic #fic #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #irondad #spiderson #wrestling #play fighting #angst #fluff #mcu #avengers #avengers fic #not sure what else to tag #i hope you like it

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smileyfics · 4 years

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It’s a human thing

Hi everyone! Back with another fic. Please let me know what you think :) I hope you enjoy and have a great day!

Fandom: Supernatual

Characters: Cas, Gabe, Crowley, Sam, Dean

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, please don’t read if that’s not your thing. Mild language. Long-ish.

Summary: Sam and Dean have been fighting constantly, and the three staying with them in the bunker come up with a solution.

Words: 2,988

Really, the bunker is only so big. Sure, it was larger than any of the motels they used to stay in, it had a whole library, a huge garage, they had their own rooms. But with two hunters, an angel, an archangel, and the king of hell all under one roof- any venue would seem too small. Especially after two full weeks. Gabriel had walked in with an injured Cas slung over his shoulder, proclaiming that if he hadn’t been there Cas would have died, and that he needed to stay there to make sure Cas got better fully. Cas had tried to claim he was fine, but Gabriel ignored his protests and made himself comfortable in the library. Sam and Dean had agreed to let Gabe stay, begrudgingly, as they didn’t want anything to happen to Cas. But at this point, Cas was pretty much better and Gabe was just staying, it seemed, to annoy them.

If that weren’t enough, the boys had Crowley locked in the dungeon. He had learned of the exact location of the bunker and they couldn’t risk letting him go. But after a week, Gabe decided that it was boring keeping Crowley locked in a room and released him while Sam and Dean were out on a hunt. The cuffs were still on, but Crowley now spent his time drinking champagne and lounging on the couch.

When the hunters returned, they began yelling at Gabe for being so immature and releasing Crowley just because of boredom. To which he responded, “I didn’t release him. See? He’s chained.” he pointed to the cuffs. The fighting escalated until Cas had gotten irritated enough and pushed a table between the two fighting sides.

“ENOUGH! It’s going to take me longer to get better if I have to keep listening to this nonsense.” Sam and Dean huffed away from the others, annoyed at being told what to do in their own bunker.

That was a week ago, and the tension had only escalated. The boys were trying really hard not to start anymore fights with their three “guests,” so resorted to taking out their frustrations on each other. This was the second one of the day and it was only noon.

The two stood on opposite sides of the library, facing each other.

“This is ridiculous, Dean! I’m so sick of you and your dumbass ideas.” Sam yelled crossing his arms.

“It is not a ridiculous idea! I’m just trying to shake things up a bit, Sam! I can’t help it, being stuck here with you has been incredibly boring.”

“We know how to kill vamps, Dean! You’re just like Gabe. We AREN’T testing a new way to kill vamps just because you’re BORED.”

“I’m right here, boys.” Gabe interjected.

“Shut up, Gabe!” The hunters said at the same time before turning back to each other. Dean continued and took a couple pointed steps toward his brother, “Oh like I’m the only one around here with stupid ideas? What about yours to let the actual king of hell roam free around the bunker.”

Crowley sipped his drink and glared at the two of them, “We can hear you.” Sam and Dean were too focused on each other to even respond.

“Come on, man! It’s not like I’m the one who let him out! Gabe would have just let him out again!” They had moved closer to each other now, both looked about ready to punch the other. Sam yelled again, “This is so typical of you, Dean! You don’t always know better than me! You didn’t even have another idea on what to do.”

“Oh, I have plenty of ideas-”

“STUPID ONES! That keep getting us into these situations in the first place. Why don’t you just take your stupid car and go hunt by yourself since you don’t want to listen to anyone else anyway.” Dean reached out and grabbed the front of his little brother’s shirt.

“The hell did you just say about baby?” Sam raised a fist toward Dean and tried to pry his hand off his collar.

“You know, I think I’ve had about enough of this.” Gabe joined the conversation, snapping his fingers. Suddenly, both Sam and Dean found they were frozen in their current positions. Gabe had to admit, it looked pretty funny to have them frozen in place mid fight.

“Let us go, Gabriel, or I swear to God I’ll-” Dean commanded from his frozen position.

“Oh. I’m shaking. You’ll do what exactly?” Gabe leaned in cupping his ear as if waiting for a response. “That’s what I thought. Now, I am sick and tired of the two of you fighting all the time. It’s making for a very unpleasant stay here.”

“Then why don’t you get out.” Sam grumbled.

Gabe chuckled in response, “I have a better idea. I think a little punishment is in order.” Crowley, who had been watching this all take place from his position on the couch, decided it was time to join in on the conversation.

“I couldn’t agree more.” He interjected, “If you’d be so kind as to remove these cuffs, I am an expert at torture.”

“Not a chance, bucko. You think I’m that stupid?” was Gabe’s response. Crowley shrugged. “No, I have my own type of torture that would work great on these two.” Crowley looked confused but intrigued. Gabe snapped again, and the hunters found themselves lying flat on the floor, arms above their heads, and unable to move.

“Let us up, NOW!” Dean demanded as they both tried to get up, to no avail. Despite hearing the archangel deny Crowley’s request to remove the cuffs, neither Sam or Dean was thrilled to be unable to defend themselves while in his presence, or in Gabe’s for that matter.

“I don’t think I will. Are you two, by any chance, ticklish?” Gabe wiggled his fingers at them for emphasis. Sam’s eyes widened at that and he struggled even more to break free from the invisible force. Dean got scared, but he tried to hide it as he continued to try and get away.

“Well, I’m not. But Sammy here- man you wouldn’t believe-”

“Dean! Shut up!” Sam glared at him as best he could from his position, Dean chuckled. “You’re such a liar, Dean, you are SO ticklish.”

“I am not!” They both continued fuming at each other as they tried to escape. Crowley stood and walked over to where Gabe was standing, smirking at the boys who were stuck to the ground. “Even in this position, they’re fighting.” Crowley started with a laugh, “You better hurry up with that punishment.” A huge grin spread across the archangel’s face as he snapped his fingers again. The effect was immediate. It started lightly, floating between ribs, sides, feet, knees trying to find their worst places. Dean had clamped his jaw shut, trying desperately not to give in and laugh. He was succeeding, so far. Sam was trying this strategy as well, but evidently was more ticklish than Dean. He hadn’t laughed yet, but his eyes were watering from the effort.

Eventually, it seemed the grace gave up on floating around and decided to just spread to every ticklish place at once, with doubled effort. It wasn’t quite as bad as someone actually tickling you, but still pretty damn bad. Neither of the boys could hold it at this point and began laughing. Dean tried to hide his arm in his sleeve to avoid the embarrassment, while Sam was laughing too much to think about anything else. He shook his head from side to side and continued to try desperately to get away.

“STAHAHHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHSE” Sam shouted at Gabriel, who just shook his head in response. Dean stayed quiet, he really didn’t want to give the dick angel the satisfaction of him begging. But as the pressure increased on his hips, it became harder. “Ga-habe!”

“What is it Dean? Is it too much for you? Need me to stop?” The archangel teased. Dean didn’t respond but rolled his eyes as he continued laughing into his shoulder. “HAHAHHAHAHA STAHAHAHA-” Sam continued to laugh.

“I don’t think so, Samsquatch.”

“BUHUHUT IHIHI CAAHAN.” He couldn’t get the words out through his laughter, “IHIHI CAHAHAN HEHELP WITH DEHEHEAHAHAN!” This intrigued the archangel, and he snapped his fingers again making the tickling stop on Sam, leaving Dean in agony. Sam was still giggling as he tried to catch his breath.

“What do you mean you can help with Dean?” Gabriel questioned.

“SAHAHAMMY! DOHON’T YOU DAHAHAHARE!” Sam ignored this request.

“His hips are the worst, and his ribs are pretty bad too. I bet if you tickle those spots and also keep the grace going, he’ll beg.” Sam smirked at his brother, “Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned how ticklish I was.”

“IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA KIHIILL YOHUHUHUHU!” Dean yelled as Crowley and Gabe both walked up to him. It was that moment that Cas arrived back at the bunker and rushed to see what was happening at the noise.

“What’s going on? Who are you killing?” Cas questioned, confused by the scene before him.

Sam snorted, “He’s killing me. Although I’m not sure how he’s is going to manage it if he can’t stop laughing.” Sam was really proud of himself, although he noted that though the archangel had stopped the tickling he hadn’t released him from his hold so he still couldn’t move. Cas turned a puzzling look at Dean and the two who were poised over him with wiggling fingers. “Why are you killing your brother, Dean?”

“BECAHAUSE HEHEHEHE’S A TRAHAIATOR!” As he finished his sentence Crowley and Gabe began tickling his worst spots at simultaneously. Coupled with the grace, Dean lost it.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOOHOHOHOH PLEHEHEAHASE.” Cas looked concerned.

“It’s just a bit of tickling, Cas.” Crowley answered the confused look, “If I had it my way there’d be some actual torture.”

“THIHIHIHIS IHIHIS TORTUHUHUHU!”

Sam laughed at his brother’s predicament, then turned to Cas, “You’ve never heard of tickling, Cas? How is that even possible with a brother like Gabe?”

“Guilty as charged.” The archangel laughed, “It’s a human thing, bro. When you touch them in a certain way it causes a weird feeling and makes them laugh.”

“Does it hurt?” Cas still seemed worried.

“Nope. They love it.” Cas seemed relieved, but Dean shook his head more,

“NOHOHO WEHEHE DOHOHOHON’T! STOHOHOHOP!!” Sam was too busy laughing at Dean to speak.

Crowley suddenly looked over at the younger hunter and stopped his attack on Dean, while Gabe continued. “You think this is funny, huh Moose? Considering this was your idea, I wouldn’t be so smug.” Crowley had a smirk growing on his face as he stood up and took a small step toward Sam. Gabe caught on to what Crowley was thinking, and stopped his attack on Dean as well, also releasing his grace to let the hunter breathe. Cas sat on a nearby chair and watched in amusement. He’d never seen anything like this before, but he liked that the Winchester’s weren’t arguing for the first time in weeks. Dean put an arm across his forehead and another across his stomach, laughing and trying to breathe. Crowley and Gabe backed away and gave him space. After he had calmed down Gabe released him from his hold on the ground and asked, “So, Deanarino, it seems we have a predicament here.” Both Gabe and Crowley were smiling mischievously at him, which was a really bad combination. He was briefly worried that Gabe had changed his mind about the whole letting Crowley torture them thing.

“What would that be?” Dean replied hesitantly, still trying to get ahold of his breathing as he sat up.

Gabriel’s grin deepened, if that was possible, “Well you see, my little brother needs another demonstration on what tickling is, and your little brother just told an archangel and the king of hell how to torture you more effectively.”

Dean glanced at his brother, the same mischievous grin appearing on his face. Sam was suddenly very aware that he was the only one still pinned by the grace.

Dean made his way over to Sam whose eyes were wide as he tried to squirm, no longer finding his brother’s situation so funny.

“Well, that doesn’t sound like a predicament to me at all.” Dean sat above his little brother’s head, fortunate that he didn’t have to worry about pinning him. “I think I know just the way to solve that.” Dean motioned for Cas to come sit by him for closer observation, and he obliged.

“Dean, Dean look I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! Please don’t.” He begged, knowing it was pretty much pointless after giving Dean up like that. Gabe and Crowley sat on either side of Sam, and Dean rolled up his sleeves for effect.

“Please don’t what?” the older hunter inquired with a grin.

“Dean I’m not falling for tha-ha!” Sam couldn’t even get the words out before his brother began scratching at his sides. Dean ignored his brother and began explaining what he was doing to Cas, “So right now I’m just lightly going over his sides, which isn’t his worst spot but still tickles. If I pressed a little harder,” he did this for emphasis making Sam’s laughter hike, “it would tickle more.” It was even worse than he imagined having Dean actually use him as a demonstration for the angel. Cas was watching with genuine interest, while Crowley and Gabe chuckled from the side.

“Hey Gabe can you turn that angel mojo back on?” Gabe was about to snap his fingers when Cas held up a hand, “Wait, can I try?”

Gabe chuckled, “Wooh! Taking after me little bro. Couldn’t be prouder.” Crowley rolled his eyes and Dean smirked at Cas.

“Be my guest.” Dean continued to tickle Sam’s sides as Cas snapped his fingers and the ticklish grace began to spread again.

“Noho, pl-plehease!” Sam tried to hold back his laughter but couldn’t help a couple of small giggles that escaped.

“You’re pretty good at this for it being your first time.” Gabe noted to Cas, who seemed to be proud of himself.

“Alright, Moose, time’s up.” Crowley said, losing patience about the hunter trying to be stoic. He began to dig into his hips. Dean took this opportunity to move up to his brother’s ribs and underarms, and Gabe filled in the space in between by swirling his fingers around Sam’s tummy.

“GUHUHUYS! IHIHIHI GEHEHEHET IHIT! PLEHEHEHEAHAHSE!”

“Finally.” Crowley said putting on an irritated tone, but he was clearly trying to hide a smile.

The hunter’s laughter seemed to motivate them even more. Dean advised Crowley to go for Sam’s knees, and when he did all of his worst spots were being tickled at once. That, plus the angel mojo, was absolutely terrible.

“HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAH! STOHOHOHHOP! LEHEHET MEHEHEH GOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE!” After a while Sam seemed to be worn out. He was breathing hard and his face was a deep shade of red. Dean gestured for them to slow it down to give Sammy a chance to breathe.

“This isn’t even real torture. Humans are so weak.” Crowley muttered to himself. Cas stopped his grace, his concern evident.

“Are you alright, Sam?” Cas inquired. Sam slowly nodded his head in response.

“Good! Then you won’t mind if we continue-” Dean quickly responded.

“NO! PLEHEASE NOHO!” Dean, Crowley and Gabe had never stopped the light tickles so Sam was still a giggling mess.

“Apologize for telling them my worst spots and we’ll let you go.” As Dean said this, he intensified the tickle attack and the others followed suit, making it harder for Sam to speak.

“NOHOHOHO FAHAHAHIHIHIR! HAHAHAHHAHAAHA! OHOHOOKAHAHAY! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!”

“Foooor?” Gabe prodded.

“FOHOHOR TEHEHEHELLING THEHEHEM YOHOHOUR WOHOHORST SPOHOHOTS!” Sam barely got the words out, and Gabe and Crowley stopped their attack, laughing as they sat back. But Dean continued, “AND admit that my ideas are NOT stupid.”

“NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAY!”

“Okay then I’ll just keep doing this.”

Cas laughed, but said, “He did what you asked, I think it’s only fair to stop.” Dean gave Cas an annoyed look but stopped, backing away from Sam to let him breathe.

“Cas saved you, man. But as soon as he’s gone, I’m gonna get the rest of my revenge. I promise.” He said with a chuckle and then got up to grab a beer. Gabe released his grace that had been holding the hunter down and he immediately curled into a ball, rolling onto his side.

Both hunters were feeling better about themselves. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted and the petty fights they had been having seemed pointless now. Dean brought back beers for all of them-except Crowley- and went to Sam to make sure he was okay.

“You good, Sammy?”

“Yeah.” He grabbed his forearm and helped him up, tossing him a beer.

“You know,” Dean glanced at Sam and then back at their guests, “I don’t appreciate being tickled by unwelcome guests in our own home.” He teased. “Yeah, what’s that all about?” Sam played along, and they each took a menacing step toward the other three.

“I know what you’re thinking boys,” Gabe chimed in, “and it’s not gonna work. Tickling is a human thing.” Both hunters squinted at him in disbelief as Sam continued,

“Wanna test that theory?” Gabe’s eyes widened and he grabbed Cas and left. Crowley was still cuffed, but was backing away from the brothers with his champagne in hand. Dean chased after him to put him back in the dungeon now that Gabe was gone. He grabbed ahold of the chains and quickly turned to Sam,

“Hey, at least we know how to get rid of the trickster now.” He smiled, “Oh and by the way, Cas is gone.”

Sam’s eyes widened remembering his brother’s threat. This was going to be a long night.

#ticklish!dean #ticklish!sam #supernatural tickle fic #supernatural #ler!gabriel #ler!cas #ler!crowley #brothers #fluff #angst #sam winchester #dean winchester #fanfic

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Come On, Sammy.

Hi! I’ve been reading fics here for a long time, but I wanted to try my hand at writing. This is my first one, so I’m sorry if its not great but I tried! Please lmk what you think :) have a great day everyone!

Supernatural: SamxDean

Warning: tickles, fluff, tiny bit of angst,

!!spoilers for season 9!!

Words: 1,130

summary: Dean is tired of how Sam has been acting after Gadreel possessed him, and decides it’s time to fix things.

It had been a long few months. After Sam learned that Dean had tricked him into being possessed by Gadreel, he was unhappy. No, unhappy doesn’t cut it. He was mad. He felt betrayed. He told Dean that he wouldn’t do the same for him.

“WHY did I say that?” Sam thought to himself. It wasn’t true. Of course it wasn’t true. He was just pissed and tired and-wow he really messed up this time.

Deep down, Dean knew that this was just how Sam acted when he was upset; but that didn’t change how much it hurt. They needed each other. And this whole “business only” thing wasn’t working for Dean. He finally decided he was going to confront his brother about it.

“Sammy.” Dean leaned against the doorway to the bunker library. Sam was pouring over some lore books, trying to discern whether werewolves and witches had ever worked together before. This was a weird case. He looked up at Dean.

“What is it?”

“This isn’t working. You know it’s not.” Dean replied, making his way into the room.

“Dean, you know that-”

“Let me finish, Sam!” Dean moved into the chair next to his brother, and Sam quieted waiting for him to finish. “I get it, okay? You’re pissed that I lied to you, that I saved you when you didn’t want to be saved or whatever.”

“Dean.”

“And that I bolted and left you alone. I’m sorry Sam. But you’re wrong. You may not think you would do the same for me, but I know you Sammy. And you would. Hell, you have!” Sam looked down at the floor, trying to hold back tears, and Dean placed a hand on his shoulder. “Come on Sammy, I want my little brother back.” Dean shifted his hand to Sam’s neck, fluttering his fingers slightly and making Sam scrunch up his shoulders. He tried not to laugh at the sudden feeling, clamping his mouth closed and pushing away from the table, making him and his chair fall backwards onto the floor.

Dean stood up and with a smirk took a step closer to the hunter trying who was now trying to scoot out of the knocked over chair, “Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy,” he chuckled, “I cannot BELIEVE you’re still that ticklish.”

“I’m not.” Was Sam’s quick reply, “I just wasn’t expecting that, is all.” Sam was still futilely trying to get away, but with his position on the chair and the table in the way, he didn’t get far.

“You need some help there, little brother?”

Sam shook his head rapidly, “No, I got it-Dean!”

Dean began to pull Sam off the chair by his arms, allowing him to pin them above his brothers head before swinging over to sit on his thighs. Sam tried to squirm away but Dean had him pinned good, and he couldn’t do much other than move his head and kick his feet.

“Please don’t.” Sam cried in desperation, trying to pull his hands out of his brothers grip with no success.

“But where’s the fun in that? You’ve been acting like a bitch for too long now. I think that’s gonna end today.” Dean began tracing his fingers up and down Sam’s sides, as Sam tried to push himself farther into the floor to get away from the maniacal hands. “You je-herk! Get oh-off me!” Sam was trying to suppress the laughter but speaking made it harder.

“No, Sammy. I don’t think I will.” Dean moved his hand up to trace Sam’s ribs, and he lost it.

“DEHEHEHEAN! NOHOHOHO!”

“Theeeere it is,” Dean chided. “I knew you were still ticklish.”

“IHI’M NOHOHOT! LEHET ME GOHOHO!” Sam couldn’t hold back his laughs now, Dean was too close to his worst spot.

Dean chuckled at that, “Oh really? You’re not? Why are you laughing, then?”

“SHUHUHUT UHUP!” Was Sam’s only reply.

“Is that anyway to talk to your awesome, incredible, perfect big brother? I don’t think I can let that one slide.” With that, Dean picked up Sam’s hands and moved them beneath his knees so he would have both hands free. He then wiggled them in front of his eyes, making the younger one giggle before even being touched.

“De-hean. I’m SORRY! I didn’t me-hean it. Please-AHH!” Dean didn’t respond, just started digging into Sam’s underarms, making Sam’s laugh go even louder. “HAHHAHAHAHA DEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHA.”

“I’ll make you a little deal, Samuel.”

“IHIT’S SAHAHAM-”

Dean ignored his brother and continued, “Apologize for being such a bitch these last few months and promise that you’ll at least start working on fixing this.” Dean moved his fingers to Sam’s stomach, circling them slowly to give him a chance to breathe but not stopping the laughter entirely. “I know that we can’t go back to how we were overnight, but we have to start figuring it out, Sammy.”

“Ah-and if I do-hon’t?” Sam goaded.

“Then I’ll just have to do this!” Dean moved his hands back to Sam’s underarms, and leaned down to blow raspberry after raspberry on his sensitive tummy.

Sam couldn’t form a clear thought besides the tickling, but he knew Dean was right. Fighting with his brother was only hurting both of them. Deep down, he missed having moments like this-though he would never admit it.

“OHOHKAHAHAY!! FIHININE DEHHEHEHEAHAHAAN!! I’M SOHOHORRY AND I PROHOMIHIHIHSE!! NOHOHOW LEHET ME-LEHET ME G-” Sam couldn’t get the words out from laughing so hard. Dean knew he had had about enough and finished with one final raspberry before climbing off his brother. Sam curled onto his side, wrapping his arms around his torso as residual giggles came pouring out of him. Dean couldn’t help laughing at his little brother. He missed seeing Sammy like this, laughing and smiling so freely. He knew he would have to do this more often. “You okay, Sammy?” Dean checked, and Sam nodded his head slowly. After he got control of his laughter, he turned and sat up to face Dean.

“Dean, I’m sorry. I didn’t-” Dean held up a hand.

“I know, brother. It’s okay.” Dean pulled Sam in for a hug, the first one in a long time. Tears began to run down both of their cheeks. Dean quickly wiped his away before pulling Sam away to look at him, with a smirk growing on his face again.

“Are you gonna keep crying? Cause I know a great way to turn that frown upside down…” Dean wiggled his fingers on Sam’s side, making Sam’s eyes widen as he stood up and bolted out of the library away from Dean. There was a lot more work to do to get to where they were, but Sam and Dean felt like brothers again. And they were both happier than they’d been in a long time.

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