Summary: The boys insist on having your boyfriend over for dinner.
A/N: This is kind of a part 2 to Uh-Oh. You can read it here. This can also be read as a stand-alone. Also, I don’t own any of the gifs - credits to whoever made them. Thank you guys for all the love shown so far. You really keep me going.
You nervously run a hand through your hair and straighten your shirt in front of the mirror. The day you’ve been dreading is finally here. You had been trying to avoid this from happening for over a month. But you’d known it would happen eventually. You’re brothers weren’t ones to give up easily.
You had been dating someone for the past few months. Last month, your oldest brother, Dean had found out about it. As you’d suspected, he was not pleased. However, after heated exchanges that involved tears and slammed doors followed by deep conversations with you and Sam, he’d finally accepted that you were old enough to date. But this was a very difficult thing for him to come to terms with. Every time you went on a date, he’d have a ton of questions which you would patiently answer followed by many safety instructions and finally a grudging “Fine! You can go now. Be home by 8.” One would think you’re going to fight dragons or something. Not the supernatural kind but the Harry Potter kind. You’d think Dean would stop there. But no! He had been constantly pestering you to invite your boyfriend, Daniel for dinner which you knew was only an excuse for an interrogation. You knew he’d end up grilling Daniel so hard that he’d probably think you weren’t worth the effort and run as far away from you as possible. Unfortunately for you, Sam was with Dean on this one. He’d been very understanding about the whole dating thing and had supported you throughout but he too, felt that it was time for him and Dean to meet Daniel properly.
After a month of making excuses and evading dinner plans, you’d finally given in. Not just because you had started to run out of excuses but also because Dean had started to become increasing grouchy each time you said no and had suggested inviting Daniel himself next time the he came to take you out on a date. So you’d picked a date and convinced Daniel to come home for dinner, not before warning him that your brothers might act a little over protective and that they’d only mean well. You had no idea how you’d get through a dinner involving Dean and your boyfriend. The very thought of it gave you the chills.
Taking a deep breath, you walk up to the hall where dinner is being set up. You had earlier helped Dean cook while Sam had gone to great lengths to cover up anything that was ‘supernatural’ related. He’d covered up some of the book shelves, covered up any sigils in plain sight and had tried put away all knives and guns including the gun Dean carried, much to your oldest brother’s annoyance.
“What if he’s possessed? Or what if he’s a shifter?”
“Dean, it’s going to be fine. He’s not going to be a monster. You don’t have to carry the gun on you.”
“Yeah well, I’m not willing to take that chance.”
“Dean. Come on! Just give me the gun. You’ll have an angel sword in your jacket anyway.”
They’d bickered over this for some time. Finally, grudgingly Dean had given up the gun. You couldn’t help heave a sigh of relief at this. At least now you could be sure that threatening your boyfriend with a gun would be one of Dean’s plans that wouldn’t actually happen; At least, not tonight. You’d mouthed a silent thank you to Sam who’d nodded at you. He’d done his best at preparing Dean for the dinner; making him promise not to freak your boyfriend out with threats and awkward questions. You had done your best to keep Dean on his happy side the entire week–baking pie at every chance you got, not objecting to his loud music in the impala and even begging Sam to do the same.
You check your watch for what feels like hundredth time, trying to ignore the knots forming in your stomach. You’d gone over all possible scenarios in your head and this had only made you more anxious. You tap your foot nervously as you wait for Daniel to arrive. Your eyes move from Sam who’s calmly sitting at the table to Dean, who’s sipping beer silently, mouth set in a straight line. You check your watch again when the doorbell rings.
“I’ll get it!” you say, swiftly walking towards the stairs as Dean gets up.
You pause, turn back and whisper with pleading eyes. “Dean. Pleaseee be nice okay?”
He rolls his eyes at you. You stand there, crossing your arms, looking at him sternly.
“Fine. I’ll ‘be nice’” he mocks, imitating you at the last bit, shaking his head at you. “Now go open the door.”
You walk up the stairs and open the bunker door.
“Hey Dan, come in!” you greet, smiling at your boyfriend.
You awkwardly hug him, turning you face the other way when he leans in to give you a kiss. A gesture you’re sure Dean’s eyes wouldn’t have missed.
“You must be David.” Dean greets as you walk down the stairs, “Come on in.”
You frown at Dean from behind your boyfriend as see Sam shakes his head.
“It’s Daniel sir and actually we’ve met before at the café once.” Daniel says calmly, extending a hand towards Dean.
You groan internally and glower at Dean as he ignores Daniel’s hand. Sam rushes in and shakes his hand, trying to dissipate the awkwardness.
“I’m Sam. It’s nice to meet you. We’ve heard so much about you.” He smiles, leading your boyfriend towards the dinner table.
“Your house is amazing!” you hear Daniel say. “I mean, Y/N had told me that it’s a family home that’s been passed on from generations but I had no idea it would be this… cool!” he finishes, looking around the bunker with awe.
You stand back as they walk towards the hall, pulling Dean’s hand as he starts to follow. You can hear Daniel and Sam conversing about the bunker. Dean turns with a questioning look.
“Wha-”
“Dee, you promised me you’d be understanding. You promised Sam you’d be nice. I know you want to be intimidating but can you please, pleaseee at least try to be nice?” you beg, not letting go of Dean’s hand.
He scowls at you and then sighs, “Fine! I’ll treat your boyfriend nicer.”
“Dee-” you start at his half-hearted statement.
“I mean it. I’ll be nice.” he assures.
“Hey, what are you two doing over there?” Sam calls out, noticing that you haven’t joined them.
You walk over to the table and sit beside Daniel, giving him a comforting smile. Dinner goes smoother than you expected. Dean keeps his word, trying to be nicer as he asks your boyfriend about his life and plans after school. Sam keeps the mood light, talking to him like a friend. However, it doesn’t escape your notice that your older brothers are subtly throwing in comments that indicate how over- protective they are of you. Daniel takes your hand, under the table as you finish up dessert, discussing funny anecdotes from school.
“Y/N/N why don’t you get Daniel some of the pie you made?” Dean suggests innocuously. However, the tone of his voice is a clear indication that it wasn’t a question.
You narrow your eyes at Dean. He doesn’t even like sharing his pie with you and Sam and now he wants you to get it for your boyfriend?
“Uhh… ” you start, knowing something’s up. You feel Daniel tense beside you as the air around the table changes. You give his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Here, I’ll help you” Sam says, standing up and clearing the dishes. You shoot your boyfriend an apologetic look as you follow Sam into the kitchen with the dishes, leaving him with Dean, who has a smug smile on his face.
You drop the plates into the sink and quickly cut out slices of pie, ready to head back to the hall when Sam puts his hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N… Wait! Let’s finish the dishes before heading back.” He says, casually.
“I promise I’ll do the dishes after Dan leaves okay?” you say, moving toward the kitchen door.
“How about we finish it now instead? Come on. I’ll wash the plates, you can dry them.” he says, forcefully taking the plates of pie from you and steering you toward the sink. Again, his tone indicating that you don’t have a say in this.
“Sam. Why are you stalling?” you ask, frowning at him.
“I’m not stalling.” he responds, starting on the dishes.
“Sammyyyy!” you groan.
“Look, Dean’s just talking to him, man-to-man okay? Nothing you have to worry about.”
“You can’t be serious! Dean’s going to threaten him and you know it. He’s been waiting to do this all night.” You plead with Sam.
“I’ve already spoken to Dean okay? He’s worried about you getting hurt. He just wants to speak to Dan for a bit. Don’t worry. It’s nothing. I’ve told him to be nice.” Sam says. “Now, help me, come on.”
“I’ll feel a lot better if you were out there too.” You say, solemnly. You don’t like the idea of Dean talking to Daniel alone.
“You promise to stay here for a bit?” Sam asks.
“Yes. I’ll actually do the dishes.” You stress.
“Alright. 5- 10 minutes okay?” Sam says sternly.
You finish the dishes as fast as you can when Sam leaves the kitchen. Finally, you head back to the table, praying that Dean hasn’t gone overboard with the over-protectiveness.
“Where’s the pie?” Dean asks, making a face as you return. You’ve left the plates of pie in the kitchen in your rush to get back here.
“Actually, it’s getting late so I think I’ll leave.” Daniel says, standing up. He looks a little pale.
Your eyes dart from him to Dean, who shrugs nonchalantly, to Sam, who gives you a reassuring nod.
“I’ll walk you out.” you say, taking his hand, throwing Dean a dirty look.
“It was nice meeting you Daniel” Sam says, clapping him on the shoulder.
“You too sir. Thank you for the dinner. It was really good.” He responds, nodding at Dean too.
You walk him out the bunker door, closing it behind you.
“Listen Dan, whatever Dee said to you…. I’m really sorry okay? They get a bit over-protective at times.” you say, nervously.
“A bit huh?” he chuckles anxiously. “It was a little more than a bit but don’t worry, it’s nothing babe.”
“They just told me how much you mean to them and what the consequences of hurting you might be” he says, swallowing tensely. “But don’t worry! I don’t plan on hurting you so it’s all chill.” He smiles, though he still looks kind of spooked.
“Thank you for understanding.” You smile.
He pulls you in for a kiss. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow for school okay?” he says.
“Bye Dan” you say, kissing him again.
You walk back into the bunker smiling to yourself. Tonight’s dinner wasn’t so bad. Dean’s sitting with his feet on the table, eating pie from the pan. There are three empty plates on the table. He grins at you with a mouth full of pie. “I left you a slice” he says, in response to your raised eyebrows.
You wrinkle your nose at him, “You can finish it.”
“Dee… about what happened during dinner…” you start.
“Listen kiddo, I know I’m not the biggest fan of you dating him. He seems like a good kid and I’m trying to be cool about you and him going out. However, you are my baby sister and I don’t want you getting hurt. So I just told him what would happen if he hurt you. I don’t regret doing that and neither does Sam. As your older brothers, there are just some things we have to do. I’m not going to apologize for caring about you.” He states, with a shrug.
“Okay” you say, frowning a little. “I guess I should be glad you didn’t threaten him with your gun.”
“I still haven’t ruled that out.” he says, in a matter-of-a-fact manner.
“He’s not going to do that kiddo. You have my word.” Sam says, throwing his bitch face at Dean, looking at your alarmed expression. Dean shrugs and starts to laugh.
“I think I’ll turn in now. Good night Dee. Good night Sammy” you say, leaning to kiss your brothers on the cheek.
“Goodnight darling.”
“Sleep well sweetheart!”
Tags:@thetallassgirl hope you don’t mind. Because you requested for a part 2!
Request- Can you do a song request with the song someone to you by banners idk how to lay it all out but like maybe the reader feels worthless or something and she accidentally spills it in an argument or something with her brothers
A/n- also drabble requests and new one shot will be up late tomorrow (for me anyway) I have work then I’m at a party and this lazy arse still hasn’t written the one shot request but I’ll get it done (hopefully) I’m up at 5:30am tomorrow as well for work so that’s F U N. Pray for me xo
Request- Can you do a song request with the song someone to you by banners idk how to lay it all out but like maybe the reader feels worthless or something and she accidentally spills it in an argument or something with her brothers
Request- Can you do a song request with the song someone to you by banners idk how to lay it all out but like maybe the reader feels worthless or something and she accidentally spills it in an argument or something with her brothers
Warnings: None Characters: Sam Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Gabriel Summary: You and Gabriel have a contest between candies Reader’s Age: Any Word Count: 353
A/N: Sorry this one is so short. Wasn’t really sure where I was going with this but I just kinda started typing and this happened. Enjoy!
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“Okay, but like, skittles and starbursts are basically the same things if you really think about it,” you unwrapped a starburst and popped it into your mouth.
“No, no, no, no,” Gabriel paused to swallow the giant mouthful of food, “Skittles, are like little drops of rainbows, while-” you interrupted him.
“While starbursts are square cutouts of rainbows!” you argued.
“You’re like actually insane, no, starbursts are little boxes of happiness,” he admired.
“Then what are skittles?” you squinted at him.
“Drops of happiness,”
Your mouth was slightly agape as you stared at the angel in front of you, pointing your finger slightly towards him, you began, “So-” Gabriel cut you off.
“If you say they’re basically the same thing so help me, I will drop you into an ocean of skittles and starbursts,” you closed your mouth and lowered your finger.
A knock broke your thoughts as you both looked up to see Sam in the doorway, eyes wide as he stared at all the wrappers around your room. “What the hell?”
“We’re having a competition between candies,” you replied, a mouthful of starbursts.
“A competition between candies?” Sam questioned.
“Yeah, so we have different categories like chocolate candies, chewy candies, hard candies, sour candies, sweet candies, and stuff like that. Right now we’re working on fruity chewy candies which we have narrowed down to skittles and starbursts. I think starbursts are better, but Gabe prefers skittles, and now we have to do a tiebreaker. But then! After we get done with this, we’re gonna do–are you ready for this?– Battle of the cakes!” you explained, clapping once then leaning back.
“Right…” Sam slowly nodded. “Starbursts are better,” Sam said as he closed the door.
“HA!” you pointed your finger at Gabe.
“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, all he eats is rabbit food anyway,”
Sighing, “Fine, you win, let’s do chocolate candies next because Twix is already the winner,” you said, reaching over to grab the box marked Chocolate Contestants.
“What did you just say?” Gabriel stopped himself.
“Twix is the winner,” you stated,
“No, no, no, no,” Gabriel adjusted so he could clearly explain why his choice of chocolate candy was better than Twix.
Warnings: Minor cussing I think? Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Charlie Bradbury, Kevin Tran Summary: Chuckster Cheese is a pizza chain for kids that might be reusing their pizza, so you decide to investigate Reader’s Age: 16+ Word Count: 1445
Y/N: Your Name
A/N: So I decided to make up a pizza chain just for fun. I kinda lost inspiration towards the end and didn’t really now how to end it so sorry if it just kinda s t o p s. Enjoy!
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You laid on your stomach in your bed, your laptop open as Shane Dawson’s voice filled the room. Shoving some popcorn in your mouth with one hand, you fixed the blanket that wrapped around your body and head.
You glanced over at the digital clock that sat on your dresser; it read three in the morning. With a yawn, your attention was turned to your door as a knock sounded. Sam peeked his head through the small opening. “Why are you still awake?” He asked. Dean and Sam had been out on a hunt.
“I could ask you the same thing,” you retorted.
“We just got back; I’m heading to bed now. I wanted to check on you,” Sam paused, “You should get some sleep,”
“Fine.” You closed your laptop. Sam began to close the door before you called out to him. Sam turned and gave you his attention. “Can I have the car tomorrow?”
Sam raised an eyebrow, “You’re asking the wrong person,” Sam sighed and shut your door, clearly exhausted.
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The night went and the morning came. You got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to find your brothers sitting at the table. You walked over to Dean and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Oh, Dean, have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“W-what are you doing?” Dean tensed, expecting something to jump out at him.
You released him and sat down, draping an arm around his shoulders. “What? Can’t I show some affection to my awesome brother?”
“Not unless you want something… or broke something. Did you break something? I told you to stay out of my room!” Dean turned towards you. You glanced at Sam, who had an entertained smile on his face.
“I didn’t break anything, mom-I mean my wonderful brother,” it took all of your might not to insult him, Dean could be such a mother hen some times.
“What do you want?” Dean deadpanned.
“Could I have the car today?” you asked, slightly preparing for rejection.
“I guess,” Dean sighed.
“Wait, really?” even Sam was surprised.
“No. D'you really think I’d let you drive, Baby? Do you even know how much driving experience you have? Not a lot,” your shoulders slumped as your arm fell from his shoulders.
“Well, maybe if someone would take me driving more often then I’d have some experience, but noooo, Dean has to be obsessed with a car,” you grumbled.
“You know what? Keep this up, and you’ll find a bug on your pillow,” Dean warned.
“Keep this up, and I’ll just steal the damn car,”
Sam chuckled, “By all means antagonize the beast, see where it gets you,” Dean shot him a bitch-face, making Sam laugh more.
“Come on, Dean, it won’t be for very long, I’ll have it back by midnight tonight. You guys just got back from a hunt! It’s not like you’re going anywhere,”
“Hey, I got places to go!” Dean defended.
You deadpanned, “Where could you possibly need to go? The retirement home?” Sam choked on his water, causing him to have a coughing fit.
“You’re not helping your case,” Dean glared at you. “Girls can’t drive, plain and simple,”
Ignoring his insult, you continued your argument, “Dean! I’ve never asked for anything in my whole life! Just let me drive the damn car!” you begged.
“You asked for ice cream last week, you liar,” Dean shot back.
You paused, “I’ve never asked for anything that means this much to me in my whole life,” you re-phrased.
Dean sighed, taking a deep breath and thinking for a moment. “Fine,” he begrudgingly agreed, “But if you so much as get a tiny scratch on that car, you’re never driving again.”
“THANK YOU!” you squeezed Dean, earning a groan from him.
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“You’re probably wondering why I called you here,” you sat an apartment with two people across from you.
“Technically you just let yourself into my apartment, but go on,” Charlie commented.
“And I needed a break from tablet stuff,” Kevin huffed.
“Either way, we’re here for a very top-secret case,” Charlie and Kevin looked at each other then back at you. “Chuckster Cheese, the innocent pizza chain that brings happiness and fun to all children,” you paused for suspense, “Reuses their pizza.”
“I’m sorry; what?” Charlie questioned.
“Okay, hear me out, you know how at Chuckster Cheese their pizza looks like a hot mess? Like the slices never line up with each other. Sam and Dean would occasionally drop me off at pizza chains for kids, and I always noticed that Chuck’s pizzas were weird looking,” you pulled out your laptop and started showing them pictures of pizzas, “See, look! Why is this slice so much smaller than this one? Why doesn’t this cut line up with the other side? Where did that olive come from?” you stared at them, your eyes getting bigger by the second.
“You’re crazy,” Charlie commented.
“I thought I was the one losing my mind, but you take the cake, Y/N,” Kevin responded.
“I’m not crazy, okay! Chuckster Cheese employees take all the leftover pizza and make a new pizza out of it! Let’s just go to Chuckster Cheese and see for ourselves,”
“Sure, let’s go to a kid’s pizza chain–for kids–and hang out. A bunch of adults hanging out in a kid’s pizza chain. Nothing suspicious about that.” Charlie retorted.
You three sat in the car in front of Chuckster Cheese.
“So, are we gonna go in?” Charlie asked, staring at the big rat face plastered on the building.
“Uh… I’m not sure we thought this through,” you admitted.
“No, no, no, you dragged us into this, we’re gonna see it through,” Kevin spoke from the backseat.
“Fine, let’s go,”
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The three of you walked into the building. Bright colors and children filled your sights as the smell of pizza with a hint of vomit filled your noses.
“Delightful,” Charlie commented as she watched a child cough onto the water fountain.
You all sat down at a booth and ordered two pizzas.
“So, if this pizza is all messed up, what are we gonna do?” Kevin asked.
“Throw it away?” You suggested.
“You’re gonna waste the pizza?” Charlie chimed in.
You stared at her, “It’s better than letting some other shmucks eat it,”
“I didn’t expect this to be your favorite hangout place,” Dean appeared by your table, Sam right next to him.
“What the hell are you two doing here?”
“We should ask you the same thing,” Sam replied, sitting next to you as Dean sat on the other side, practically squishing Charlie and Kevin. “Why are you at a Chuckster Cheese?”
“You’re gonna think I’m crazy-” Dean cut you off.
“Oh, trust me, we already do,”
You stared at him for a moment, “Fair enough, but we’re here to prove that Chuckster Cheese reuses their pizza,”
“What?” Sam and Dean looked at each other.
“Okay, so when someone orders a pizza, but they don’t eat it all, a worker will take the leftover pieces, and instead of throwing them away, they take it to the back and combine it with other leftover pieces to make a full pizza for another person!” you rushed your words.
“I was only slightly joking about thinking you’re crazy,” Dean responded as Sam laughed.
“Okay-” you stopped when a worker brought over two pizzas, setting them down in front of you all.
You all went quiet as you stared at the hodge-podge of pizza.
“I… uh… I didn’t really expect to be right if I’m being honest,”
“Why would they-” Sam stopped when he saw Dean reach for the pizza and take a piece. “Dean,”
“What? It’s still pizza,” Dean took a bite.
“Yeah, pizza that some grubby little demon licked!” you huffed, cringing at the fact that Dean is still eating it.
“Not saying that you aren’t right, because you are, but,” Sam tore his eyes away from this brother to look at you and continue, “you drove all this way, dragged Kevin and Charlie here, to see if Chuckster Cheese’s pizza was fresh?”
“Sam, there’s a difference between serving something fresh, and serving a random person’s leftovers to other people,” you argued.
“I guess…” he mumbled, returning his gaze to Dean.
“Okay, I can’t watch that anymore, let’s leave,” Charlie said, ushering everyone out of the booth.
“Did you at least find what you were looking for, Y/N?” Sam asked as you all walked outside.
“I guess,”
“Looks like the Scooby-Doo gang solved another mystery!” Dean joked.
“We didn’t solve anything, Dean,” you rolled your eyes.
“Well, sure, you did! You figured out that Chuckster Cheese is a cheapskate and doesn’t want to waste money by throwing out old pizza,”
I hope y’all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!
Requested by Anonymous: “ooooooo i have a good Chuck E. Cheese fic idea!! Could it be like maybe sister!winchester watches Shane Dawson’s vid on Chuck E. Cheese or smthng and she goes and investigates it and then S&D figure out and just some fluff and crack?”
