Part 3 of Prank Wars/ Suck It Winchesters! The reason I have been gone for so long is because I had Driver's Ed from 3-6 pm 5 days a week for the last two weeks, so couldn't wright at all! It sucked so much, BUT I GOT MY BLUE CARD AND I CAN TAKE MY PERMIT TEST IN DECEMBER BECAUSE I"M STILL 14! Now on with the PRANKING!
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 The boys had kept suspiciously quiet after your little modeling escapade. You had rigged your bedroom with an alarm just it case they decided to sneak in and do anything. You made Gabe stay with you almost 24/7, not risking getting pranked without him. You couldn't tell what the Winchesters were up to, whenever you brought up your last prank they said "Suck my ass (Y/N)." or "Piss off." It was obvious they still held a grudge.

"Sammmyy, Deannnn-oooo." You whined, sitting at the large table in the bunker. "Hurry up and prank Gabe and I so I don't have to prank you guys twice in a row. That's basically a sin or something in pranking."

"Ok (Y/N), first off shut up about your last prank that was just uncalled for. And Se-" Sam started but got cut off by you giggling at your phone. You had pulled up the picture of them in the skimpy maid outfits from your camera roll and showed them

"You must mean AWESOME prank!" You said in between laughs. The boys scowled and turned their heads in disgust.

"Anyway, secondly be patient. The better things take longer than you expect." Sam smirked and flipped through his magazine full of flannel shirts.

"OH! So you are planning something!" You yelled and almost fell backward in your chair.

"Yeah, but you will never find out until it happens!" Dean said.

"Fine by me, just hurry up wouldn't ya?"

"Suck my ass (Y/N)."

"I'll go get the straw! Try not to enjoy it to much now, Dean-o."

"What?! I'm out of here." Dean threw his porn magazine of the table and left. Sam just looked at you with a face of "I'm so done with your guy's shit." You just shrugged and smiled.

~Time Skip brought to you by Tate/Kit from American Horror Story! I dont care who Even Peters plays, I still want to kiss that adorable face!~

"(Y/N) Just let me pull a tiny prank, a little, itsy bitsy one. Pa-lease!" Gabe continued to whine and complain in your ear. You had to be stuck with him for the entire day. He claimed that just talking to Balth got boring.

"No Gabriel! We have to wait, one prank after another, that's just how it goes. No double dipping." You stated firmly and crossed your arms.

"Double dipping? Oh (Y/N), I didn't know that we were double dipping, I would've started to strip. Because I see something I wanna dip in right now." Gabe winked and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Pervert.." You sighed. You plopped on your bed, you felt something underneath your butt. You reached under the covers and grabbed what you had sat on, a note. You unfolded the note and ushered Gabe to come over.

"Okay, It says..." You began. You noted it was obviously sam's hand writing, so maybe you could catch him in the act discussing the prank with Dean.

(Y/N) and Gabriel,

Upon reading this note, you already agree to the terms and conditions that have been set out by this informal note. If you don't do as we say, very embarrassing pictures of you will be uploaded to the Internet and given to the hunter community. And now the time has come, if you look over your right shoulder you will see Castiel, he will take you to your first destination. Good luck jerks.

Sam and Dean

You noticed that 'jerks'and been angrily scribbled out and 'bitches' had been written beside it. Dean, never change. But you looked over your shoulder and saw that Cas was waiting for you two.

"There will be no struggle to come with me, otherwise something very bad will happen." Cas said monotonously. You shrugged, No turning back now, you thought. So you grabbed Gabe and placed your hand on Cas's shoulder, he flashed to your first destination.

You landed in a deserted gas station in the middle of no where. All you could see was dirt and the hazy worn out road. Not to mention it was sweltering in the gas station. You saw Sam and Dean standing next to the Impala outside of the gas station. You walked out and noticed and bucket of warm soapy water and a sponge next to the front tires. But on the hood of the Impala was a way to small for your size bikini bra and jean short shorts. Honestly those shorts were never going to cover your ass.

"Alright, what do you want us to do?" You said, your tone of voice challenging.

"You, not you and Gabe, just you." Dean smirked.

"WHAT! That is so unfair! Yo-"

"Yes, we can. You have to agree with everything we say, otherwise very horrifying pictures of you will go on the internet forever!" Sam said, waving his phone infront of your face, indicating he took the pictures.

"Fine, fine. What?

"First, you must change into the outfit we laid out on the Impala. Secondly, you must wash the Impala. But it has to be at least for thirty minutes, I want baby to shine like the sweat dripping down your chest." Dean said, throwing you the skimpy outfit. This prank war was beginning to get a little... perverted...

"This sucks so much dick right now" You hissed and turned around, you stripped of your shirt and bra, putting on the swimsuit bra. Your cleavage was practically spilling out of the bikini top. You huffed and put on he short, your butt cheeks also showing. You turned around and placed your hands on your hips.

"And what will you four be doing?"

"Sam and Cas will be sitting in the gas station, being wussies and decided not to take advantage of my expertly thought of prank. Gabe can either go with them or sit and watch you clean baby." Dean said, looking at Gabe. sam and cas went inside after hearing Dean.

"Well since I don't have to do anything besides hide my boner, why the hell not?" Gabe smirked and sat next to dean in the lawn chair and sipped the beer he made appear out of thin air.

"I thought you were on my side!" You yelled and angrily picked up the sponge and dipped it in the bucket.

"Yes, but for now I'm going to watch you from on this side."

You had no choice but to press your poorly covered chest against the windshield and windows of the Impala. Dean and Gabe got a big eyeful and continued to stare. You had to pull your hair up otherwise it would stick to you face to much from the sweating. By doing so, when you lifted your arms, the swim suit would ride up and almost fall off.

"How's the fucking show, horndogs?" You asked sarcastically, bending down to was the lower portion of the Impala.

"So far, wet and wild. But we could use some more ass. Wait, never mind." Gabe hollered.

You rolled your eyes and continued to wash the car, you made Gabe get you a hose and hook it up to one of the water spouts on the side o the gas station. You rinsed off the car, and finally you put the hose on mist and sprayed yourself. Go big or go home, right? You rinsed off you entire body, but what Dean and Gabe didn't expect was you putting the hose on jet and spraying it at right at them.

"(Y/N), why the hell did you do that?" Dean yelled.

"Well, it wasn't in the terms and conditions, so why the fuck not?" You said innocently, putting a finger on your cheek and leaning your head. "Now just give me my damn clothes." You ordered, Gabe snapped his fingers and you were dry and fully clothed. No more tit slips... for now.

"Happy?" Dean said, still soaking yet.

"Yep, now hurry up and go to the next destination. So far this hasn't been a prank, but some sort of porn episode." You spat and grabbed Cas's shoulder again.

~Time Skip brought to you by Erwin's eyebrow game. EYEBROW GAME STRONG WITH COMMANDER HANDSOME~

"And now ladies and gentlemen, I give you (Y/N) and Gabriel!" An annoucer's voice boomed throughout the stage.

Stage? You were holding Gabe's hand, in a red sparkly dress, on a stage. The lights scanned the audience, a very large audience and landed on you two. The music started playing and before you knew it, Gabe and started to spin you. You saw the judges from Dancing With The Stars out of the corner of your eye. You couldn't dance, and how the hell had this happened? You bet Sam forged a few papers and got you and Gabriel into the show. Just one thing, you cant dance. (If you do, pretend you don't. I know I cant dance...  BALL IS LIFE)

"What the hell is happening?' You hissed and continued to dance what you thought was The Cha Cha.

"Oh man, (Y/N) You lucked out. I took classes on how to dance The Cha Cha back when I was having a short fling with this chick that danced." Gabe whispered and dipped you and brought you close to him again.

With every step, you got more and more nervous and embarrassed. What if something happened? You didn't even know how you were keeping up with Gabriel! The footwork, the spinning, everything about dancing made you just want to run off the stage and never come back. This was almost as worse as the car wash... almost.

Finally you heard the music end and the up roar of the audience. You and Gabe were both heavily breathing as walked over to the judges to hear what they had to say. They said it wasn't to bad for a first timer. Yeah, a first and last timer. You thought. After they gave you not half bad numbers, you were guided to the changing rooms were Cas was waiting for you and Gabe.

"Time for the final spot, (Y/N) and Gabe." Cas said and placed a hand on your shoulders.

It was one of those honey room suits that you always see the dead couple in when you go out on hunts. The round bed with the mirror above. The chocolates and candles around the room. And lets not forget the heart shaped tub filled with extra bubbles. But on the bed was a maid outfit. You didn't see Gabe anywhere, so you expected that this 'prank' was just for you again.

"I'm going to guess I have to put that on and call those butt heads Master." You sighed. You cringed when you heard a muffled 'yup!' coming form the other side of the door.

So you put on the maid dress, along with the tights and headband that went with it. You couldn't pull the dress up any farther to cover more of your breasts or your butt wouldn't be showing more than they did in those shorts. This was going to suck so much more dick than you thought.

"Come in boys, erm, Masters." Your face heated up after saying that one word.

Dean walked in looking proud and made himself comfy on the bed. Sam sat in the fluffy chair while Gabe flashed into the tub. This was going to be a mess.

"Anything I can serve you, masters?" You bowed formaly.

"I want a cocktail (Y/N), fed to me!" Gabe called form the bathroom.

"But how am I supp-" You felt something heavy in your hand and you saw a silver try with a cocktail on it. So you walked over to the bath and sat on the edge. You placed the straw at his mouth and held the glass. You had to lean over so you could reach Gabriel.

"(Y/N), get your ass over here and give me a massage!" Dean hollered from the bedroom. So you set down the glass.

"Pardon me Master." You bowed and saw Dean laying on his stomach shirtless. Which made your nosebleed, but you wiped that up before he saw.

"Not to soft, I like it rough." Dean grinned and closed his eyes.

"Yes Master." You held in a giggle from all of the freckles on his toned back and began to give him a massage.

After about ten minutes SAM called you over.

"(Y/N), take off my shirt. It's awe fully hot in here, oh and get me a book off the shelf over there." Sam ordered.

"Of course, Master."

You gulped, oh man, Sam just sitting there, shirtless. Hot damnnnn. So you plucked "The Outsiders" from the shelf and gave it to him. You placed your hands on the first button on undressed him slowly, lingering your fingers just a bit. You finally unbuttoned the flannel and shrugged it off his shoulders.

"Thak you (Y/N), you such a help."

You bowed and turned away. This was going to be one hell of a night.

Author's Note

I came up with this idea all on my own! Not as much pranking, but more embarrassment for the reader. I can do another sequel if you want! I cant guarantee anything will be up tomorrow, but I will try! I'm out of requests, so I had to think of what to do. SO REQUEST PEOPLE! Also question for reader... How do you feel about lemons? I have been asked to do a lemon and I don't know if I should or not. Like I'm comfortable with doing one, but what about you? Tell me what you think, but for now Makenna out! Hope you enjoyed because I sure did! XD