Summary: Sam and Dean end up in a little prank battle with their girlfriends Sandee and Reader.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam x Sandee
Warnings: crack, pranks, raisins
Word Count: 1400+6Please respect copyright.PENANA607bpZ1TZZ
Hands held out, looking up at the now-empty bucket swinging over their heads, Sandee and Y/N stand in a pile of raisins wondering how they got here. Just three days before, Sandee was sitting in the bunker kitchen laughing as Y/N and Dean argued over which cereal was the best.
“Clearly Corn Flakes are the best flake cereal,” Dean says.
“Wrong. Raisin Bran is way better.”
“I can’t believe I’m with a girl that would take Raisin Bran over Corn Flakes. I might need to re-think-.”
Y/N slaps his arm, “Pfft. You love me. Besides the raisins make it sweet and yummy.”
Sandee snorts, “Les raisins secs sont grossiers.”
“See? Sandee agrees with me.”
“Uh, Y/N, you need to brush up on your French,” Sam says, striding in and dropping a kiss on Sandee’s head.
“Traitor.” Y/N cuts a side-eye to Sandee who starts laughing. “Sam, back me up, Raisin Bran is way better than Corn Flakes, right?”
“Uh, I’ve never thought about it. I like Muesli.”
“Of course you do,” Dean says.
“Yeah, but we’re not talking about granola cereal, we’re talking about flake cereal.”
“Cereal’s cereal,” Sam replies.
“Ok, you’re out,” Y/N turns away from him. “Go sit and enjoy your Muesli with your non-cereal-eating girlfriend.”
“I liked Froot Loops and Cocoa Puffs when I was a kid,” Sandee offers.
“Ooh, yes, ok now we’re talking. So, agree to disagree on the flake cereal, babe. What is the best chocolate cereal?”
“That’s easy,” Dean starts. “Cocoa Puffs.”
“Wrong.” Y/N looks over to Sandee, “No offense.”
“None was taken,” Sandee says, holding up her hands and trying to hold in the laughter.
“How is that wrong, Y/NN?”
“Because Cocoa Puffs cut up the roof of your mouth, Dean. Clearly, the best chocolate cereal is Cocoa Krispies.”
“They get soggy as soon as the milk touches them!” Dean stands, outraged.
“That’s why you only add a little bit of cereal at a time,” Y/N says like it’s the most obvious idea in the world. “Besides, they crackle and pop.”
“Whatever you say, babe,” Dean says, kissing her cheek. Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, he tosses his cereal bowl into the sink and walks out of the kitchen.
“Dean, wait up. I was thinking…” Sam’s voice trails off as he follows Dean out of the room.
Y/N looks over to Sandee, her face full of mischief.
“Wanna have a little fun?”
Sandee leans in, “Always.”
–
The next morning Dean shuffles down the hall in search of coffee and finds Y/N and Sandee sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.
“Morning, Y/N.” He gives her a quick kiss. “Morning, Sandee.”
“Morning, Dean.” Sandee’s doing her best to stifle a laugh while Y/N kicks her under the table.
Unaware, Dean pulls a cereal bowl down and goes to the pantry. His eyes go wide as he takes in the sight – every shelf is full of Raisin Bran.
The two women burst into fits of giggles as he turns around.
“Seriously?”
“We went for a supply run,” Y/N says, shrugging. “Wanted to make sure we didn’t run out.”
“And you helped her?” Dean asks.
Sandee shoots finger guns at him, then clutches her stomach as the laughs keep coming.
“Just remember, you started it!” Dean calls back as he storms out of the kitchen.
—-
The next morning Y/N and Sandee wake up early, both slipping out of their beds without waking their boyfriends, in hopes of getting a jump on whatever prank the men are planning to pull. They meet in the hall, furtively looking around as they walk to the kitchen.
Nothing seems out of place and, after a thorough sweep without finding anything out of the ordinary, they sit down to coffee and breakfast. Y/N smugly opening the pantry door, grabbing a box of Raisin Bran before sitting down at the table. She pours the cereal and, to her horror, only flakes of bran land in the bowl.
“Where are all the raisins?”
“What do you mean?” Sandee peers into the bowl.
“There are no raisins!”
“Well, can’t you just eat the flakes?”
“No! The whole point is the raisins! I would rather eat a bowl of milk and raisins than just bran flakes!”
“Eww. Raisin milk soup.”
Y/N gives her a look as she grabs another box. She pours cereal from the new box and again it’s only flakes. She yells in frustration just as Dean walks in looking his most smug and self-satisfied.
“Good morning,” he says, pulling down a box of Corn Flakes and a bowl and sitting down next to Y/N giving her a look full of judgment.
Y/N takes a deep breath, “Dean, where are all the raisins?”
He looks at her again but says nothing.
“Dean.”
Y/N gives Sandee a quick look and they brush past Sam as they dash out of the kitchen.
“Where are they off to in such a hurry?” Sam asks Dean as he pours himself a cup of coffee.
“Off to plan another prank. And I have an idea…”
Both pairs avoid each other the rest of the day. Sneaking out of the bunker, the women drive to town and in the middle of the night, they meet in the library to execute their plan.
“They’re gonna be so annoyed,” Sandee says.
“Yeah, I swear, Dean’s eyeballs practically roll out of his head whenever I mention Cap.”
“You should see Sam. I think he takes it as a personal offense that I don’t prefer Thor.”
—-
Sandee wakes to Sam pulling her close and nuzzling her neck. “Morning,” he says, rolling her towards him.
“Morning,” she says stretching.
“You want to do some research with me today?”
“Mmm, that sounds good,” Sandee says, forgetting what Sam is about to walk out to.
A few doors down, Y/N wakes up to Dean kissing her shoulder.
“Mmm, morning,” she says, rolling onto her back.
Dean’s mouth captures hers and she instinctively cups the back of his head.
“So are we calling a truce?” he asks, in between kisses.
Y/N freezes remembering what’s in store for him the moment he steps out of their room.
“Maybe?”
“What did you guys do?”
“Nothing, really.”
“What the hell?!” Sam yells from the hallway.
Dean flies out of bed and flings the door open, bumping into Sam who’s taking in the photos plastered over every wall. Blue eyes and biceps are everywhere.
“Seriously, guys? Chris Evans?” Sam looks at Sandee, who’s grinning back at him.
“We suddenly felt so very patriotic last night. You don’t like Captain America, babe?” Y/N asks all innocence.
Dean raises his eyebrows at her, he and Sam watching as the women walk off toward the kitchen, laughing as they go. Once inside, their legs brush against something, and *snap* raisins rain down from the ceiling.
“Oh, come on!” Sandee yells.
“My raisins!” Y/N cries, watching as they fall to the ground unable to be eaten.
They’re still standing in the pile when Sam and Dean stride into the kitchen, both shaking with laughter at the states of their respective girlfriends.
“I can’t believe you’d waste all these raisins for a prank!”
“I can’t believe you bought that many magazines for a prank,” Dean chuckles.
“That’s it! We need to up our game!” Y/N says, stepping out of the mountain of raisins.
“Yes! If we really want to up our game we need to-” Sandee stops, thinking, “Wait, hold on. Game upping can lead to razors and missing eyebrows and…”
“Ok, fair point. I don’t need to grow my eyebrows in again. Once was enough,” Y/N says to Sandee. Then she turns toward Dean, “But I’m still really mad about those raisins.”
“I think I can make it up to you,” Dean says, licking his lips and giving Y/N that look.
“Oh, yeah,” Y/N cocks an eyebrow at him. “What’d you have in mind?”
Dean scoops her up and throws her over his shoulder. She squeals as he carries her out of the kitchen.
“Raisin bran is still the best!” she calls, down the hall.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean says before the bedroom door slams shut.
Sam looks over to Sandee, his hazel eyes suddenly predatory.
“Captain America, huh?”
“It was just a joke,” Sandee says, putting the kitchen table between herself and Sam.
He darts for her and she dashes around the table and out of the kitchen. She almost makes it to their bedroom door before he catches her, pulling her into his chest.
“By the time we’re done, I’ll be the only one you’re saluting,” he whispers at the shell of her ear.
—-
Later that night the four of them are in the library catching up on research. Sam picks up a book and as he opens it a photo falls out. Chris Evans’ bearded face floats to the ground.
“Seriously, guys? How many magazines did you buy?”
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