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"You're it." You whisper and run away from Dean. You two had been playing tag in the bunker since you got back from your recent hunt. It was something to kill time.

"I'm gonna get you (Y/N)!" Dean yelled as he ran in your general direction.

"Keep it down! Some of us don't want to act like 5 year old's all the time." Sam mumbled from the library.

You decided to hide this time, so you climbed on the top shelf in your closet. Dean couldn't reach to tag you, though he was taller than you.

"(Y/N), I know you are in here!" Dean entered your room and looked under the bed. You stifled a laugh so Dean couldn't hear you. "Where the hell are you?" Dean slammed your closet doors open and looked at the small pile of clothes on the floor. Distraction from the main even up top.

You decided to help out Dean. "Up here you idjit." You scooted closer to the back of the closet even further.

"How the-? Never mind, your it!" Dean tried to tag you, but alas, he could not reach you as you predicted. "Why.. can't... I ...get.. you!" Dean kept jumping but got no luck in tagging you.

"Sorry Dean!" You laughed. Dean just grumbled something about a moose and left your room. You stayed up there knowing he would be back. Sam came along with Dean back into your room.

"Uh guys? What are you doing?" Dean poked Sam and said 'your it' and grinned at you.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)." Sam moved closer to the closet and poked you. "You're it."

"What the? Dean! Sam never was playing!" You whined, climbing down.

"Well now he is." Dean told you, proud of his master plan. 

"I'm gonna get you Winchester!" You ran after the already fleeing Dean. But you had a plan for tonight.

You heard of this trick that if you placed a sleeping person's hand in warm water they will wet the bed. You didn't know if it would work or not, but why not try it? So you waited until Dean was sleeping later that night. You also thought that when he would go to the bathroom to clean up, you would put a trip wire at the entrance so that when he hit it a bucket of water would fall on his head. And you would be in the shower filming the entire thing. Genius!

"Alright Dean. This is payback, and you know what? Payback is a bitch!" You whispered, dipping his hand into the warm water. You ran into the bathroom with your phone ready, hiding in the shower.

It took a while to work, but when you saw the white sheets stained yellow, you knew you had won. You had already rigged the trap at the bathroom now all you do was wait. Waiting sucks moth balls. It was finally 2:35 when Dean started to wonder why his bed was wet. He sniffed it let out a hushed curse while looking at the bowl of cool water.

"Dammit (Y/N)! Jesus, why did you have to do this! My bed smells horrible! I need to take a shower now." Dean grumbled, walking towards the bathroom. 

He started to take off his shirt as he tripped over your trip wire."What the-? (Y/N)! YOU LITTLE-" He was cut off by a bucket of ice water falling over his head. And you got it all on video, even when he woke up. You tried your best to contain your laughter as Dean started throwing curses. 

"Oh Dean-o!" You said in a sing song voice. You where still filming as you came out of the shower, laughing your ass off.

Dean spun around and pinned you with a death stare. "You little shit! What the hell!" 

"I told you I would get you back, and I did. This means war." You smirked, trying to keep your wandering eyes on his face. You didn't like him, no, but who's to blame a girl who is standing in front of a guy with abs and no shirt?

"But that was one time!" Dean complained, following your eyes. "You just wanted to see me without my shirt off, huh?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

You mouth gaped open and stared at Dean. "What? No! In your dreams pie boy!" You shot back.

"Sure, but you want to get with this and you know it." Dean grinned.

"You are such a- ARGH! Dickface!" You shouted. Annoyed by his flirting.

"Whatever, unless you want to see me undress, I suggest you leave." Dean stated, his hands on the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Oh, uhhh yeah..." You turned to leave and ran out of the bathroom back to your room. This wasn't the end of the prank war.

Author's Note

I am so sorry guys! I have three more requests to make and I have to clean my house. EWWWW! I will try to get them up today or tomorrow! Thank you for reading and your patience!