"Come on Sam please?" you whine
"Ellie, I said no for the last time you're not touching my hair!" he grumbled giving you an annoyed look
"But it's the perfect length for braiding P-l-e-a-s-e! Saaammm" you continued to whine although it came out muffled as you wear covering your face with your hands, completely bored out your mind.
"For Godsakes, Helen I will not say it again, No!" He boomed using your proper name, this shocked you causing you to swiftly sit upright at the table, Sam rose to his feet taking his laptop with him and stomped into the kitchen.
Scrabbling from your seat at in the bunker library table, you clumsy chased after him sliding around on the wooden floor in your socks. You couldn't just be defeated so easily. Once you reached the doorway, He turned sharply towards you giving you a look that screamed piss off.
Taking the final hint you pouted in defeat and sulkily slid down the hall in your socks, maybe Kev would wanna hang out. You continued to slide one foot in front of the other not really paying attention to the noise of footsteps coming your way until it was too late.
You collide with Dean who was carrying a plastic bag full of clothes. You faced slamming straight into his hard muscular chest you may have even taken a moment to marvel at its heavenly touch, if it hadn't been for what came next. The low blow of your 5"3 frame into his body made him lose his balance, he tried to regain his stance but found no joy when he decided to use you as something to grab. Pulling you down with him his hands caught your black long sleeved shirt leaving you nowhere else to go but to the floor.
It all happened so quickly before you know it your laying on your back with Dean sprawled out on top of you. His head is laid just above your chest his soft brown hair tickling your chin. You let out an inhuman noise as you tried to desperately capture the breath Dean had knocked out of you.
Dean groaned pushing his hands out to rest by your elbows and started to pull himself up. You caught his gaze as he looked straight down at the cleavage he had used to cushion his blow.
"Excuse you" You say smushing your hands into his face trying to wipe of the smirk that lay beautifully on his features.
"Well, I never pictured it going down like this, Ellie you naughty girl, out in the open by Cas' door. I like it" He chuckled lowering his head to your neck still smiling.
"Oh get off you idiot" you say pushing your hands further into his face.
Dean only laughed at this and bought his knees up and around your waist, straddling you. He looked mighty proud of himself when he pinned your arms down beside you head, your face must have been a picture of confusion and terror as Dean simply looked down at you with amusement in his eyes a large shit eating grin on his face as you came closer and closer to you he puckered his lips and closed his eyes.
True panic settled this time. You were paralyzed at what was happening. What the ever loving fuck was happening right now. You just watched as Dean grew closer to your face until he swiftly moved his mouth to your neck blowing a large spit filled raspberry on the sensitive skin, you laughed squirming as you tried to break free of his vice hold, kidding your legs out and banging them on the corridor walls as he tickled you neck with his mouth.
"Dean stop!" you half laughed half scream.
You could feel him laughing against your skin as he continued to make loud fart noises. He finally pulled away grinning like a child down at you
Small laughs bubbled out of your chest as you tried to regain a serious a tone, his expression made it ten times harder
"Dean," You started but cut yourself off with another escaping chuckle. "Dean, get off" You continued taking a more serious tone although the smile on your face betrayed you.
"Okay, Okay" He said chuckling as he pulled himself up.
Taking his hands he pulled you up alongside him, his eyes now fixed on your chest, his expression completely changed he looked shocked? You guessed? It wasn't an expression you knew how to read from this Winchester.
You look down at yourself and see that Dean must have ripped your shirt in the process of falling on top of you. Your bra was completely on show but that didn't stop Dean from sanding his mouth agape looking down at you. Using your arms to cover yourself up crossing them across your chest you used one of your hands to remove the spit that he had left slobbered on your neck.
"Dean for fucksake" You moan scowling at him. But he simply ignored you still starring at whatever he could save to memory.
"Earth to Dean?" a quizzical look on your face "DEAN!" Sam bellows as he comes running down the hall
"What the in hell?" Sam started being the gentlemen he is looked everywhere but your exposed flesh
Dean looks up at you clearly satisfied with the turn of events "She flashed me!" Dean said pointing directly at you
"What? no I didn't! God your such a dick!" You argue back trying to save your dignity
Sam simply walked away seeing no real danger and escaping any sort of domestic conflict
" Well its always nice to see my boys every now and then," Dean smiled smugly and took a step forward down the corridor
"uh no, you owe me a shirt, give me a shirt"
"Hell no, I don't owe you squat" Dean turned back around to face you
"Yeah you do all my clothes are in the washer and for the record my chest doesn't belong to you"
"oh it so does, Sweet checks that's the most action you have probably ever gotten, fine come on you can use one of mine for now" Dean smirked leading you to his bedroom
"You really are an arsehole aren't you?" you mutter loud enough for him to hear, he simply laughs it off
"Im only an a-s-s Miss Britain because you know I'm right. I mean have you ever even been with a guy?" Dean mocks your accent as he makes his way to a dresser
You remain silent knowing this was in fact correct and a tint of pink blush spread across your cheeks
"I will take your silence as I'm right" He says turning back to you with a white v-neck
"Come on Ellie it will happen one day, you will want this sooner or later" Dean gestures to himself as he calls after you.
Oh Dean if only you knew, you think as you walk back to your room to change not hearing dean mutter "hopefully sooner than later"