Wrote this in September of 2017. It caught my eye because it was labeled as "Shay Winchester (oops fic)" in the what if folder. Did some editing and now I'm throwing it out in the water.
Reasons why you shouldn't go snooping in your siblings' rooms. Enjoy the drabble.
"… Dean, what the hell are you doing?" Shay paused in her bedroom doorway, arms crossed over her chest as she surveyed the situation at hand.
Dean was crouching next to her bed, looking down at the contents of a moderately sized wooden chest with a strange expression on his face. If the huntress had to hazard a guess, she'd say it was a combination of horror and morbid curiosity.
Shay leaned a little to the side to see what it was he'd found and, when she realized what it was, promptly face palmed and stomped over to him. She grabbed him by the back of his shirt and hauled him up to his feet, simultaneously closing the chest with her foot and kicking it back under the bed.
"Guess I forgot to close that." she mumbled under her breath. Dean, now distracted, seemed to finally notice her presence and promptly jumped back, making space between the two of them and bumping into the nightstand. She raised a brow at him, unimpressed.
"And why are you in my room, looking through my… things?" Shay inquired, crossing her arms over her chest again.
"I was lookin' for you," Dean spoke softly, his eyes darting between her and the bed, "I came in here to see if you were in here and I saw…" he gestured towards the now-concealed wooden chest, "that sticking out from under the bed and I just… holy shit."
"And the moral of this story is… don't go in Shay's room looking for her and end up digging through mysterious wooden chests that you might see peeking out from under her bed." Shailene drawled, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from laughing at the horrified look on Dean's face.
"What the actual fuck, Shay?"
"Female masturbation isn't a myth, that's what the actual fuck." She replied succinctly, smiling good-naturedly, "I don't know why you're freaked out, this is the same thing as me finding one of your many – and badly hidden – stashes of Busty Asian Beauties or Casa Erotica… and you have a terrible taste in porn, by the way."
"But there're so many…"
"Options?" the blonde huntress suppressed the urge to guffaw even further, "well I like some variety when I'm relieving stress."
"Eugh," Dean covered his ears half-way through his sister's response, "don't wanna know. Hide that crap better next time."
"It's my room," Shay narrowed her gaze at him, "if I wanna leave my goodies on my damn bed in the middle of the day with the door wide open, I can do that because it's my room. You have skin mags stashed all over the damn Bunker and you don't hear me telling you to 'hide it better' whenever I find one while pulling books for research for a case."
"Okay, that was douchey of me, sorry," the elder Winchester twin conceded, "I dunno why, but I never... I never really thought you'd… y'know…"
"That I'd what? Enjoy a little bit of self-love every once in a while?" she replied, "maybe because I have some self-control and know when some things are better left unsaid… unlike somebody who has no shame." Her green eyes cut towards Dean pointedly, causing a light pink flush to break out over his freckled cheeks.
"Not that it's any of your business what I do after dark," she surmised, "that is one of my stress relievers. Does wonders when we're up to our ears in bad shit. Stay out of my room."
Dean made to leave and then paused, seemingly inwardly debating something. Shay furrowed her brows at him in confusion, "is there something you wanted to ask me when you came looking for me?"
"I actually forgot what I wanted to ask, but…" Dean bit his lip, "don't tell Sammy about this."
"Why would Sam want to know about you finding my goody box? That'd be embarrassing for both of us," she blinked, "Sam's practically a nun, he's so chaste. He hasn't had a hook-up since that waitress from the werepire/ghoulpire/nachzehrer case last year. Piper."
"What store did you go to?" Dean's cheeks were flushed red as he said this, "just… in case I ever… want to buy something to… spice things up or whatever."
Shay's eyes widened, "is there a special somebody in question or is this just for your endless string of one night stands? I can't see you packing a toy or something with you in the event that you decide to have a one-off… that'd be ridiculous, how would you know whether or not you'll be… having…" she trailed off at the sight of the increasingly heavy flush to her brother's cheeks.
"There is somebody," he admitted, avoiding her eyes, "I can't tell you. Not yet."
"Okay," Shay hummed, it better be Cas, "that's fine, no pressure. Do you want suggestions for anything in particular?"
The "somebody" is Cas lol.
Hope y'all enjoyed the read!
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