#ler!dean winchester
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Big brother’s love
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester (a bit of Castiel)
Word count: 1929
MY BABIES AHHGRRR; I just NEEDED some brothers fluff and HERE WE GO, LEE!SAM FOREVER🙏 love them, here it’s like moments since childhood-season 6 (bc I’m watching it rn) (btw @cringemesstickles I know that you’re a sucker for lee!sam so you might wanna check this one out🤭)
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Dean loved making Sam smile, even though Sam always tried to hide it, making himself look more serious, deep down Dean always knew how to crack him
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Older Winchester woke up and sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Clock said 8:03 am and he had no idea how he got so early today. John left them for a week.. which turned into two as he couldn’t kill the vampire he was hunting, so two teenage boys spent most of the time in the hotel room; not bothered by trying to pick up a school if they are going to attend it only for a few days.
Sam looked up from his book to take a look at his brother when he froze for half a second, biting back a smile
“What?” Dean asked him, was it something on his face or something?
“Oh no nothing” younger boy replied, trying to focus on his book, but taking a quick glance at Dean. Now him biting back a smile was even more visible
“Is it something on my face?” Dean’s brows furrowed as he asked out loud
He took a half glance in the mirror in the middle of the room and saw how his hair in the middle was slick back, but on the sides it was sticking up in all directions, making him look ridiculous. In what pose did he even had to sleep to get this hairstyle?
He turned his eyes back to Sam, seeing how hard he tried to focus on the book in front of him. They locked eyes as Dean wiggled his eyebrows, trying to play dumb to get the kid to crack
Even though Sammy was quite serious for a kid his age, it wasn’t that hard to make him laugh. 11 year old boy mostly found Dean’s fails funny, when he tried to flirt with a girl but got rejected. This type of fails
“I see you, what’s up? Why are you acting like thi—” Dean didn’t got to finish his sentence when younger boy broke into a stream of giggles. It was really easy to make him laugh sometimes
“Ihit’s juhust youhur hahair” Sam giggled quietly, dimples appearing on his cheeks as his face broke into shy smile. Like he knew it was a bit too childish even for him
Dean took a proper look into the mirror and chuckled too. His eyes were dead and the whole hair thing looked like he experienced getting struck by a lightning
He shook his head, standing up and quickly ruffled kid’s hair too so they would match
“Hehey!” Sam shoved his hand, trying to sound annoyed, but giggles in his voice ruined the whole facade
Yes. As Dean would say, it was pretty easy and unbearably hard to make younger Winchester laugh sometimes. The kid got specific humour
**
“SAMMY”
Sam who was standing in the middle of the room doubled on the floor laughing as he saw his brother’s head sticking from the bathroom doorway. They had a little prank war going on and younger Winchester decided it would be hilarious to put some hair dye into Dean’s shampoo
Dean on the other hand wasn’t so happy. His hair was dripping wet and his neck and shoulders were also covered in dark-ish blue dye. His mouth twitched for a second when he was his brother on the floor laughing his ass off, but taking another look in the mirror reminded him that revenge is necessary
“Come here bitch!” Dean said while putting his pants on and running in Sam’s direction. Long haired teenager quickly tried to stand up, but was immediately tackled to the floor by his brother; not like he put up a fight, Sam was mostly giggling like a madman every time he looked at Dean
“Something funny?” Dean tried to look serious but small grin crept into his face as he saw his brother pinned underneath him “Oh I can give you something to laugh at”
With that said, he wiggled his fingers into Sam’s side, making his giggles transform into full on laughter
Damn it sounded good; Dean could swear his laugh immediately filled the whole room, lighting it up
“DEHehean! stOHOP IHihi aham tohoho ohOHOLD FOHOR THIHIS”
“You are only 16 kid, the only one old here is me, and apparently I’m gonna have blue hair for the next—MONTH THANKS TO YOU” Dean chuckled as he raised his voice over Sam’s so he would hear him
Sam’s laugh got higher when he darted his eyes at Dean over him who was still dripping in blue colour
“Any last words?”
“IHIHIT WAHAS SOHOHO WOHORTH IHIHIT” Sam looked at Dean one last time before losing himself in his own laughter again. Dean’s grin got wider with every second as he tickled his brother on the motel floor. Maybe he didn’t care that much about his hair
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“Dean!” Sam squeaked as Dean made a move in his direction
“Sam!” Dean chuckled, mirroring his brother’s tone
They were standing at opposite sides of a table in the motel room, waiting for other one to make a move. Well, long story short — Dean found out Sam still had his weakness in touch, apparently Sam was surprised too
“Don’t!” Sam tried to threaten but smile on his face outweighed all the venom in his voice
Dean was wearing a grin on his own, quickly running around the table to catch his brother
They were doing it for the past few minutes, but this time Dean actually tackled Sam on the floor. Both laughing the whole time they tried to gain an upper hand
“DEHEHEHEAN!”
Older Winchester got his hands squeezing his brother’s knees as he watched his reaction
Sam was okay before.. well maybe a little tired and declined any offer to take a proper sleep, saying that “he was okay taking 2 hour naps every few days”; so as every good brother, Dean just needed an excuse to mess with him. They deserve to have fun once in a while, especially Sam
“Ha! Man you didn’t change— do you still do that? Wait let me check” Dean said as he got his hands to Sam’s ribs, playing them like a guitar
Sam’s laughter transformed into high-pitched giggles that were just music to his brother’s ears
“That’s what you get for not getting to bed. Gosh it’s like I’m 15 again, forcing you to sleep”
Sam’s laughter rang even louder at the recalling memories of their childhood, as joyful sounds came out of him
“And now you are 23 and you didn’t change a bit” Dean grinned, eliciting more sounds form Sam
**
“Ohokay okay, easy tiger” Older Winchester chuckled at his baby brother who drank a bit too much in the bar. Dean was immune for a few shots of tequila, considering how much alcohol he consumes, Sam wasn’t that strong
“What is wrong with him?” Castiel was standing in the middle of the motel room Winchesters were staying
“Has gone a little overboard, but who gives a shit. I finally convinced him to take a few days off and I don’t care that there is a fucking apocalypse, okay? He needed a moment to breathe out” Dean replied as he caught his brother from falling on the floor and threw him on the bed, making it easier for both of them
“So what now?”
“Well, I’m gonna take his coat and shoes off and let him sleep. Oh man, a hangover tomorrow is going to be ruthless” Older brother chuckled
He motioned Cas to come closer and hold Sam’s abdomen as he took the coat of him. On accident, one of Cas’ hands got under younger Winchester’s arms, making him squirm a bit and let out a quiet giggle
“What was that?” Dean and Cas almost said in unison as Dean put his brother’s clothes and shoes in the wardrobe
Dean’s brows knitted together as a small grin broke his face
“Hey Cas, can you spread his elbows like— yeah like that” Dean full on smiled
Angel did as he was told, grabbing both Sam’s elbows and raised them up, spreading them. Meanwhile Sam was too tired to stop anything.
Dean took a step closer, warming his fingers under Sam’s arms. His brother’s face immediately broke down into wide smile when he clamped his arms down, doing nothing to stop the sensation
“What are you do— waHAHEHehait!” Sam got out of Castiel’s grip and slammed his back into the bed where he was previously sitting (or at least tried to). His eyes were squeezed and smile shining, showing all his teeth
“Damn Sammy, a drop of alcohol in you, and you become even more ticklish than when you were a kid” Dean beamed
“What is wrong with him?” Cas now stood up, and standing next to the bed stared at laughing younger brother who couldn’t even put up a fight because he was so intoxicated and an older brother who now was sitting on his lower half, pinning him and tickling him, having a smile on his face as big as Sam’s. A look of confusion and amusement mixing up in angel
“Oh, it’s called tickling. It’s when you touch some parts of the body that make other person laugh. It’s a body reaction our ancestors had back in the day for surviving. Now it’s.. for messing with your baby brother for example”
“And he laughs because it’s body’s reaction” Cas repeated, trying to make sense out of it
“Pretty much”
“Huh” Cas wanted to say something but his hearing focused on Sam’s high-pitched laughter again. Making his face to share the same kind of grin Dean has been wearing
Right now and there he noticed that Sam didn’t laugh enough. His laugh is too nice to hide it under all these layers of seriousness
“heheHESTOHOHOP DEhehean!” Sam laughed, eyes squeezed shut and hands trying to catch his brother but he even when he did he was to tired to do anything that shove lightly at them
Cas and Dean joined him, chuckling everytime he made some funny noise. “Yeah” Cas thought “humans are cute”
**
“Hey, you okay?” Dean’s voice rang through the living room where his brother was sitting
They stayed at Bobby’s for some time, trying to find out more about this “Mother” bullshit, someone that can ruin their world and kill everyone (again)
“You know what I did, Dean. That whole year was—” Sam was interrupted by his brother who nudged him in the side with his elbow
“Come on, we’ve been through this. I— you can’t believe how glad I’m that you’re back. That was not you Sammy”
Sam tried to fight, but found that it’s easier just to listen to Dean. “Yeah, maybe you’re right”
“Dude you couldn’t believe how DRY you were, I mean, your humour was purely based on making fun of something. We were almost killed multiple times because you found demons funny and just laughed at their faces” Dean recalled with amused chuckle
Sam let his own small smile to tug at his lips
“Well, at least I got you back, and you still think I’m a god of comedy” Older brother wigged his brows
“Oh you wish” Sam shook his head with a snicker
“What? I’m hilarious” Dean said, poking his brother which made him giggle
“See? You do still find me funny” Each word was highlighted by a poke to Sam’s side, making him giggle again and playfully slap Dean’s hand
“Yeheah, maybe I stihil do”
#tworld#tickle fic#sfw tickle community#love them#supernatural tickle fic#supernatural tickle#spn tickles#spn tickle#spn tickle fic#ticklish!sam#ticklish!sam winchester#ler!dean#ler!dean winchester#sam winchester#dean winchester#castiel#cas#dean's an awesome big brother#potatohater#love them😭😭#tkl fluff#fluff#spn fluff#the most fluffy fluff I’ve ever written#they need a break#literally had this scenario in mind like forever#it’s canon because I said so
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Witches Curse
Words: 4,494
Warnings: None
This can be seen either romantically or platonically, I don't mind ^^
This was inspired by this incredible art and this idea by @carrie-tate . Check out her blog!! He makes amazing stuff :D <3
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
Witches sucked, Castiel decides, glaring over his shoulder and rolling the tense muscles out the best he can. The ache persists much to his annoyance. He sighs bitterly. Witches sucked so much.
Dean, Sam, and Cas had been hunting something that had been running rampant. Cures and curses had been popping up around Missouri for the last few weeks - all indicating a witch on a spell spree. It seemed pretty cut and dry, and Dean had proudly bolstered they'd be back in time for beers and a good slice of pie.
But because their luck could never be that good, the hunt went sideways fast.
They'd snuck into the house easily, and found the altar room where the witch was preparing a new enchantment. Slowly, the trio split up and crept around to circle him. Sam had the shot lined up perfectly, a finger easing on the trigger when Dean had accidentally knocked down a shaky stack of mismatched crockery from his hiding place - inadvertently causing Sam to misfire from the crash and strike the drywall.
Turns out, people don't take kindly to being shot at.
The witch lashed out instantly, a frightened yell wrenching from him as he blasted the first spell to mind at his intruders. The flashes of light and echoing shots of guns were overwhelming.
Cas, armed with only his angelic grace, slipped around the firefight to hopefully catch the witch in a blind spot and end this. Unfortunately, one of Sam's bullets ricocheted off the concrete wall and only just missed Cas's cheek. The close call made him gasp in alarm, giving away the element of surprise.
In a split second, the witch whirled around and rambled off a fast spell, causing pain to streak through Cas's shoulder blades. He yelled out, stumbling away from the witch and grabbing at his spine when the feeling spread and something shifted under his skin. It hurt.
A sharp bang burst through the room, something wet hitting the floor and quickly followed by the heavy thudding of dead weight. Dean's gun was still smoking from the fresh bullet, raised to where the witch had just been standing, but he practically threw it to the ground in his rush to get to his friend's side.
"Cas! Cas, you alright? Talk to me!" He demanded, hands splayed out towards Castiel as the angel writhed on the spot, still desperately clawing at his spine.
"H-Hurts-" Cas choked out, suddenly wrenching at the sleeves of his coat to shed it from his burning skin.
In an instant, Dean was helping him yank off the heavy material, startling at the sight of Cas's skin moving under his white dress shirt. "Cas, what the fu-"
"Guys, what's happening?" Sam demanded worriedly from where he was crouched by the witch, checking for a pulse.
"That son a bitch did something to Cas!" Dean growled, panic in his face as the angel suddenly gasped and twisted in place. "Cas-"
A sharp tearing sound burst through the room and all Dean saw was a mass of darkness before he was thrown back into Sam. The Winchester brothers fell in a heap on the cold floor, the older man slightly winded from the sudden impact.
"Augh, get off of me, Dean."
"Give me… a sec, man. Jesus."
Dean coughed for air only to yelp when his younger brother hefted himself up on his forearms - making the older hunter roll off of Sam's lower back and land facedown on the concrete with a grunt.
Sam looked from Dean, to Cas and froze. His lips parted in bewildered shock, eyebrows practically in his hairline as he registered what he was seeing. "...Dean."
Dean, hearing the awe in his little brother’s voice, lifted himself from the floor to look at the end of the altar room. He froze too.
"Cas?" He asked cautiously.
Castiel, angel of the lord, was standing at the edge of the room with a pair of hulking, black wings stretched out on either side of his body.
So yeah, witches sucked.
Cas was staring at the feathered appendages with round, blue eyes. Then, after a moment of silence, he muttered a gruff, "Fuck."
The trio of misfits had left Missouri quickly after the curse had been placed on Castiel. Unfortunately, due to how misplaced they felt on a human vessel, Cas didn't trust himself to fly back to the Bunker. Cas' wings protested the cramped space the entire time he was stuck in the backseat of the Impala, which only added to his agitated state. Sam and Dean tried to get him to open up and let them help, but he sent them a sharp look at every attempt and continued brooding.
As soon as the Impala parked, Cas shoved himself out of the car and stomped up to the woods, ignoring the humans' calls behind him. While he trusted Sam and Dean - hell they were his closest friends - having his wings exposed was a level of vulnerability he never knew existed. He couldn't handle their eyes on his angelic appendages for another minute.
Hours later, Cas is fully settled into bitterness. No matter what he does, he can't get comfortable with how weighty and awkward the wings feel in a human vessel. With his grace, the impressive appendages are cloaked safely, tucked away from any misgivings in the human world. The overexposure is downright uncomfortable now - the dirt scratching on his primaries and the wind upsetting the pristine layout of feathers. Cas hates this.
Soft footsteps make the angel turn sharply, his years as a soldier instinctively preparing to yank out his blade and stab whatever was going to make his life worse.
Dean quickly holds up his hands in alarm, taking a stumbling step backward and almost tripping over a tree root. "Woah there, buddy," he placates with a nervous smile, eyeing the sharp blade. "Let's not go all 'Michael Myres' here, okay?"
Cas glares, but he already feels his shoulders slumping in exhaustion. With a sigh, Cas re-sheathes the blade and sits back on the forest floor, wings hiking up around himself to hide from Dean.
"What do you want, Dean?" He asks in a choleric tone, not wanting to be disturbed from his self-resenting, but safe position.
Dean didn't shift from his spot, hands slowly lowering to sit in his jacket pockets as he worriedly stared at Cas. "Sam and I have been looking into the lore," he says, hoping to draw the angel's interest. "We're tracking down a way to reverse this."
Cas doesn't answer.
Dean, never one to enjoy the silence, clears his throat and tries again. "You've been up here for hours, Cas, I just wanted to come check on you. You haven't exactly been very talkative since you got hexed."
"I wonder why." Cas snips, hunching deeper into himself. "It's not like a witch cursed me to expose the essence of my angelic side."
Dean makes a small noise of regret. "Right- uh… sorry."
At the subdued tone, Cas closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath. When he opens them again, he tries to sound more neutral. "It's not your fault, Dean. Thank you for looking for a cure."
The sound of crunching twigs lifts Castiel's head, turning to see Dean slowly approaching. His eyes are glued to the trees ahead, avoiding looking at the wings that are shifting uneasily. The lack of staring is honestly a relief to Castiel, and he appreciates the gesture.
When Dean is standing by Cas - far enough to give space but close enough to hear each other easily - he flicks his gaze to the bright blue eyes that are watching him carefully. "Any room on this hill for one more?"
Cas regards the hunter for a moment, then sighs and nods, waving a hand as Sam taught him to show he didn't mind. Dean sinks to the ground, grunting in mild discomfort as his knees protest the action. He really was getting too old for this hunting business, he wasn’t sure how many years left his knees had with this work.
Once seated comfortably, Dean clasps his hands over his bent knees and releases a breath, inhaling slowly to enjoy the crisp air. He doesn't get much of a chance to enjoy the Bunker’s surrounding woods.
“Can I ask something?” He inquires.
Cas nods in his peripheral vision, still tucked into himself glumly.
“What do they feel like? In this body, I mean.”
Cas lets out a deep sigh and rolls his shoulders, the ache persisting and prickling at his neck. “It sucks.”
Dean couldn’t stop the small laugh that left him at the bone-dry, deadpan answer. He quickly schooled his expression, turning to apologize, but there was a small smile on Cas’s face. The angel glanced at him.
“Humans weren’t meant to encompass the full weight and strength of angel wings,” he says. “It's why we keep them tucked away when we use a human vessel. It protects the human from extra strain and protects us too.”
Dean cocks his head to the side. “Protects you?” He repeats.
Cas gives a small, miserable wave to his angelic appendages. “Earth is beautiful,” he sighs. “But it is filled with things that can damage our wings. It’s safer for everyone if we keep them hidden.”
Dean glances at the glossy, ebony feathers standing tall over him. With a small hum, he smiles at Cas. “Well, despite the situation, I’m glad I finally get to see them. They’re really cool.”
Castiel glances at Dean in confusion. “You think so?”
“Yeah. I mean, most angels are depicted to have white wings, but having black ones? So fucking badass, man. If I was an angel, I’d be envious of em.”
Cas stares with wide eyes and a tilted head. After a moment, he shakes his head with a fond smile. “You never cease to confound me, Dean.”
Dean scoffs in bemusement. “Thanks?”
“You're welcome.”
The pair settle into a comfortable silence. Cas’s wings had come to rest on the ground, the puffed-up feathers smoothing down for the first time in hours. Cas too, had slumped into a more relaxed posture, his half-lidded eyes taking in the countryside. Dean, who was leaning back on his hands, snuck glances at the impressive wings every so often, captivated by their beauty and obvious strength. Dean did not doubt that Cas could easily smack him like a baseball with one of those bad boys. Yet, he felt no fear near the strong appendages. Instead, he got a weird, intense urge to ask one thing.
“Can I…?”
Cas turns to watch as Dean struggles to put his request into words, his mouth ticking up slightly in amusement as the human looks almost constipated. “Dean.” He says.
The man meets his eyes instantly, his nerves written clearly in the pupils though his face doesn’t show it. It was how Cas learned to understand the Winchesters over the years, emotion was all in the eyes, not the face - it was a rather endearing trait for the boys.
Wordlessly, Cas stretches out the wing closest to Dean, noticing the slight flinch in Dean’s posture as the appendage shows off its impressive size and build. One flap and Cas could send him tumbling down the hill, but he does no such thing. He holds it perfectly still and lets Dean register everything. Dean’s hands fidget on top of his knees, drawing Cas’s gaze to the shifting fingers. He smiles, despite his racing heart of exposing such a vulnerable thing to anyone who was not an angel.
“You may touch them,” he reassures quietly.
Dean swings around almost comically to stare at him. “Really?” He flits his gaze to the wings again and then back to Castiel. “I thought you’d smite me if I tried to ask.”
Cas gives a one-shouldered shrug and lets his smile soften towards the man. “I trust you,” he offers, his voice just as gentle as his expression. “Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve let anyone do so.”
Dean noticeably swallows, lips parted in bewilderment. But whatever he is going to say, it doesn't leave his lips. Instead, he closes his mouth and shifts to turn to the wall of feathers. A hand leaves his knees and slowly raises to the wing, fingers just grazing the outer plumage. He huffs in surprise, the silky surface sliding over his skin pleasantly.
“Woah,” he mumbles, dragging his palm over the soft primaries. “Awesome.”
Cas has to fight back a shudder from the contact, though the slight tension in his brow catches Dean's attention. Immediately drawing back his hand in concern, he asks, “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” Castiel answers quickly, his wing already missing the warmth of Dean’s palm. “Like I said, it has been… a long time since anyone has touched my wings.”
“Oh. Do you want me to keep going?”
“That would be nice.”
Dean’s fingers return to the feathers, carefully raking through the thick primaries with a gentle and curious touch. With how Cas’s wing has stretched to practically wrap around and encompass Dean, he has easy access to the entire appendage. Cas hums appreciatively and rolls his shoulders, the ache in his back easing up finally.
“Feel alright?” Dean double-checks.
“It feels… quite relaxing, yes.” Cas folds his knees to his chest and drops his head onto his crossed arms. He watches lazily as Dean slowly explores the wing. He registers a slight pull on his coverts and chuckles a bit. “Just don’t tug any of the feathers out, Dean. It’s not molting season yet.”
“You guys molt?” Dean repeats in surprise, looking from the wing to Cas, eyebrows high as he searches the angel’s face for any sign of jest.
Cas nods. “Of course. It’s a yearly experience, we have to do it to have healthy wings.”
Dean scoffs, but it’s in disbelief, not malice. “Wow.” He mutters, returning his gaze to the feather-endowed appendages. “You guys really are like birds, huh?”
Cas rolls his eyes and lightly smacks Dean in the face with the wing, pushing down a grin when the man splutters and pushes away from the offending limb. He looks at Cas in annoyance.
“Sorry, sometimes I can’t control the movement,” Cas smiles innocently. “Instinctive flexing, it’s completely involuntary.”
Dean scowls at him, but a smirk curls at his lip. “Dick,” he jabs light-heartedly.
“Ass-butt,” Cas replies in kind, settling on his arms and grinning.
Dean returns his focus to the wings before him and shifts his hand to rake through the feathers, smirking when he hears Cas hum again - it isn’t unlike petting a cat. The thought made Dean snicker, but Cas was too far gone in enjoyment to care.
The steady combing through feathers settles Castiel’s tense spine and brow, letting himself enjoy the sensations wholeheartedly. The last time he’d had the joy of having his wings groomed was back when he was a servant of Heaven. The angels often help each other maintain their wings to perfection, making it a bonding activity of sorts. It was a pastime Cas didn’t think he’d ever have the honor of experiencing again. He smiles into his arms. Figures that he’d be able to relive it with the Winchesters. They always managed to find ways to make his life interesting in some way or another, whether it be a good surprise or not. This, however, was a surprise he liked. The prior, bitter resentment from the curse soothed into simple bliss.
Dean’s fingers shift from combing through his primaries to his secondaries. The change makes Cas shift in place, the wing flexing a bit as the sensations sparked through the wing and down his spine. Dean paused at the reaction and glanced at the angel in surprise.
He took in Castiel’s posture, once relaxed and easy, now weirdly tense. His eyes are still closed, but there’s a marginal scrunch that draws attention to them. His simple grin was replaced with a slightly wobbly smile.
“Cas?” Dean asks worriedly, his eyes raking over the angel’s form in concern. “Are you good?”
“Y-Yes.” Cas’s answer was nowhere near as firm as his previous confirmation. If anything, Dean swore his voice sounded a touch higher pitched than normal. “I’m okay.”
“You sure?” Dean pressed. “I can stop if this is uncomfortable at all-”
Cas opens his eyes and Dean is surprised at the slight plead in his pupils. “Please don’t,” he almost begs. “I’ve missed this.”
Lips parted in surprise, Dean digests those words. Cas looked… well shit, he looked like he was desperate for this. A weird pang cuts across Dean’s heart as a thought hits him. Is Cas touch starved?
Getting himself together, Dean nods and sends the angel a reassuring smile. “Alright.” He concedes. “Just lemme know if anything is wrong, okay?”
Cas gives an answering nod, tucking himself back into his arms and stretching his wing out again. ‘Instinctive flexing’, Cas had mentioned before. Dean thought that Cas was joking, but maybe he actually was telling the truth. That would explain the sudden twitchiness, and after all, the angel had said he hadn’t had this kind of touch in a while.
Questions satiated, Dean lifts his hand and combs one hand through secondary converts. Cas yelps, his wing ruffling and shoulders leaping to his ears as his whole body jolts.
Dean wrenches his hand away in alarm and snaps towards the angel. “Cas-?” He demands, but then he registers Castiel, and all thoughts die in his head.
Cas has his knuckles pressed to his lips as he snickers, light sounds that seem so unusual for the angel. The force of his grin is causing his eyes to squint. The sight leaves Dean speechless, feeling as if he’d been thrown into an ocean and left to tread the waters with no help. Then, once the shock subsides, the puzzle pieces click into place and it's as if a lightbulb gets turned on above his head.
“No.” He mutters, his anxiety replaced with a sudden building elation. His grin builds on his face, “No way.”
Cas, who finally managed to settle the small titters leaving his lips, glances over at Dean with an endearingly confused face. “Uh, I don’t… I’m sorry, I'm not sure what that-”
Dean’s hand sweeps out to bury into the secondary coverts again, and Cas yelps for a second time, tumbling backward in his haste to evade the sudden tingling invading his senses. “Gah- De-Dehehean!” He chokes out through a series of tumbling chuckles, a hand lifting to his mouth again to muffle the noise.
Dean laughs, loud and excited. “You have got to be kidding me!” He grins, his hands chasing the wings down to the ground and scratching into the fluffy feathers. “You’re ticklish?!”
Cas wriggles from his spot on the grass, hiccups peppering between his startled laughter. “Dehehehean! Whahahat ahahare yohohou- AHAHAHA!”
Cas’s own words are lost to his mirth, his body trying to curl into a ball while his wings stay splayed out - eager for attention while the host of said wings squirmed uncontrollably. Dean snickers from where he’s settled beside Cas’s wing, his other hand coming up to hold the top of the appendage while the other sneaks in to tickle the feathers.
“Who would’ve thought, huh?” He grins, “Castiel has ticklish wings. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh this much, man.”
Cas’s arms don’t know what to do with themselves - the rapid electric tingles shooting through his body render him useless and flailing. He grabs onto his forearms and kicks uselessly at the grass, throwing his head back as laughter escapes his mouth.
“Dehehehean!” He presses out, his eyes squeezed shut instinctively.
“Yeah, Cas?”
“Whahahat ihihis thihihis?”
Dean snorts, mostly in surprise. “You’ve never been tickled before?”
Cas shakes his head rapidly, too caught up in his mirth to give a verbal reply. Dean, seeing that Cas is struggling for air, eases up on the sensitive coverts and settles back into tickling along the secondaries and primaries.
“Basically, you’ve got sensitive wings,” Dean explains. “Being ticklish is pretty common for humans, it’s our nervous system that makes it possible. Sammy can give you the whole scientific spiel of it if you want. My version, though? Touching the body in a certain way makes someone laugh, it’s a way to mess with people and a way to bond. God knows I tickled Sam so much growing up. He still gets these nervous giggles when people wiggle their fingers at him.”
Dean shakes his head fondly as he speaks and scratches along the bone of the wing. Cas suddenly bucks with a loud squeal, crashing back into the grass and giggling hysterically. Castiel was giggling. Dean’s grin widened at the sound though his eyes softened. It was rare when he got even a chuckle out of Cas, this was a whole dang gift basket in itself.
“THIHIhihihis feheheels sohoho strahahange!” Cas manages to get out, his cheeks growing pink from his ongoing laughter, and the subconscious embarrassment of letting out such an unnatural sound for an angel.
Dean wiggles two fingers into the bend of the wing with a look at his friend. “Good strange or bad strange?”
Cas squeaks in laughter, his hiccupping giggles coming back full force. “Ihihit feheheels nihihice? Buhuhut Ihihi cahahdn’t stohohop mohoving-” Dean’s fingers skim a particularly sensitive spot, causing Cas to roll onto his side, proving his own words.
Dean snickers. “Yeah, that’s normal. The usual reaction is to try and get away….” The rest of Castiel’s words clicked in Dean’s head. “Wait, are you saying you like this?”
Cas rolls back over and looks up at Dean through his eyelashes. ‘Ihihis thahat wrohong?” He asks through tumbling giggles.
Dean bites his tongue to stop his mouth from possibly making a fool of himself, but he can’t stop the endeared smile that spreads on his face. “Nah,” he reassures when he’s sure he’s got his emotions under lock again. He tweaks the sensitive spot on the bone just to hear Cas squeal again. “It’s not wrong, Cas.”
Questions answered, Cas lets his head fall back and simply laughs, his chest feeling lighter than it had in, well, ever. The tickling shifted from light skittering, to gentle scratching - Dean’s hand making its way across the sensitive areas. When he dropped to test the scapular of Cas’s wing, Castiel shrieked.
The sudden jump of octaves made Dean jolt in surprise, but he burst out laughing not a moment later as he watched Cas squirm and laugh twice as hard as before. “Christ on a stick, Cas!” He chuckles warmly. “Gonna scare off all the birds round here.”
Cas twists on the grass and holds his arms tightly, though one of them does let go to swipe in Dean’s direction, nowhere near close, however. “DEHEHEHEAN!”
Dean opens his mouth to answer when something soft brushes the exposed skin of his ankle from where his pant legs have risen. Turning to look down, Dean’s mouth slips open in shock. A little red flower, which was most definitely not there before, waves its petals in the light breeze. Dean glances around, and to his surprise, there’s a series of small flowers budding and growing around the pair of them, a mix of reds and pinks. Dean’s fingers have slowed to gentle tracing on Castiel’s scapulars, distracted by the small garden of flowers blooming. It’s a rather captivating sight, watching the flowers press through the grass to stand proudly in the sunlight, perfect and pristine to every petal.
Cas meanwhile, is being kept in a giggly form of purgatory of precise, tickling fingers. And as much as he’s enjoying the attention, he needs a break from that spot before he accidentally smites someone - namely Dean.
“D-Dehehean!” he gasps out again, “P-Plehehease!”
Snapped out of his stupor, Dean pauses in his wiggling motions, looking back to the angel who slumps into the flower-dotted grass with a giggly sigh of relief. The red flowers match his flushed face, leaning towards Cas from their angle of growth. Dean can’t help but stare.
After giving his friend a chance to recover, Dean clears his throat. “Cas?” He asks quietly.
A soft, warm hum leaves Castiel as he calms down, eyelashes fluttering open to look at Dean. “Mhm?”
Dean glances at the grass. “Did you… did you make these?”
The angel’s eyebrow lifts in confusion, turning his head to the side to where Dean is looking. “Oh.” He practically chirps in surprise. He sits up on his forearms, glancing around the field where flowers have sprouted. “Ah, yes, I think I did.” His wings rise carefully from the grass to reveal a series of little yellow flowers hidden underneath the feathers.
Dean’s eyebrows lift to his hair as he takes in the whole field of color. “What are they? I didn’t know you could miracle flowers out of thin air.”
Cas carefully plucks one of the yellow ones off the grass and holds it up to his face to inspect. “I have not made them since I was a fledgling,” he mused, turning the stalk in his fingers idly. “They are buttercups.”
Dean watches as Cas is captivated by the small plant in his fingers. He leans forward slightly to look at it closer, cocking his head to the side curiously. “Why’d you decide to pull out the green thumb again?”
Cas glances up and gives Dean a small, shy smile. “It was subconscious, I believe,” he murmured. “I haven’t felt this relaxed or happy in a long time. I suppose the flowers are a byproduct of my emotions, flowers do have meanings after all.”
Dean’s heart ached for the angel. He turned to look around again and admired the patches of petals. “Well, I think you made a fine batch of buttercups,” he commented. “Maybe you can grow a few different kinds of flowers around the Bunker. The lawn looks pretty sad, so some flowers would do it good.”
Cas’s face lit up like a damn Christmas tree. “Really?” he asked, “you would like that?”
Dean gives a one-shouldered shrug and lets his smile soften toward the angel. “I trust your florist talents,” he says. “Besides, I think Sam would like it too.”
Cas grins, wide and warm. “Thank you, Dean.”
“Yeah, of course, man. If it makes you happy then-”
“Not just for that,” Cas cuts him off, his smile slipping back into shyness. “About… before. While this whole 'tickling' thing is new to me, I haven’t laughed like that in a while, and the wing grooming was appreciated too. So, thank you for that. It meant a lot.”
Dean is left speechless for what feels like the sixth time that day. He takes in Castiel’s genuine smile and relaxed form, his blue eyes brighter than his angelic glow could hope to achieve. Dean finds himself grinning, soft and sincere.
“Anytime Cas.”
#spn tickle#supernatural#supernatural tickle#lee!castiel#ler!dean winchester#dean winchester#castiel#sam#(briefly)#my fanfic
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Hi anon who requested the Supernatural headcanons :)
Lee and Ler Headcanons for both Sam and Dean please🥰
Sam and Dean Tickle Headcanons
SAM - LER
as a ler, sam is pretty ruthless when he needs to be.
growing up with dean, he can get irritated quickly, so if you're getting on his nerves, he'll let you know by tickling you.
it will start out as quick jabs to the side or harsh pinches to your kneecaps.
"oh, you're just asking for it now..."
if you egg him on, it will turn into a fully blown attack until you're left crying and pleading for mercy.
afterwards, he'll think he genuinely put you in distress and run to get you water and then hold you for as long as you need.
SAM - LEE
growing up with dean, sam got his fair share of being tickled.
he's the pleading type. the guy who will beg and make deals just so he won't be tickled.
"please, don't! I'll wash the car! I won't touch the car! I'll do your dirty laundry, just DON'T!"
when someone finally gets their hands on him, sam has a laugh they won't expect. it's a bit high-pitched.
he's a fighter, so he'll flail and squirm the entire time unless you're bigger than him and can hold him down.
his ribs are his most ticklish spot and that's where you can effectively weaken him.
DEAN - LER
as an older brother, dean knows just how to get you to talk or basically do anything he wants.
he's a highly skilled tickler, knowing just how to wreck you.
he's got that stern exterior, so he can be downright menacing when he's about to tickle you.
"you wanna repeat that?"
he can also turn it very sexy.
"oh, don't think I've forgotten where you're ticklish, sweetheart. we'll finish this later."
he can deduce you to a giggling mess before he even touches you just with a mischievous smirk.
he's a pinch and squeeze kind of guy, tickling harshly to get the loudest laughs from you.
DEAN - LEE
the tables completely turn when dean ends up on the receiving end.
he'll deny that he's ticklish until he's blue in the face, but everyone knows that it's a lie.
he'll threaten you just before you get the upper hand, making sure you know that he'll get you back eventually.
"I'd rethink this if I were you..."
"If you so much as put a hand on me, I swear to God."
you know it's all an act. you know dean secretly loves the playfulness (though he'd never admit it)
his most ticklish spot in that hollow dip in his hips and if you ever needed information from him, that's where you'd get it.
he'll fight it at first but will eventually calm down and take it once he realizes it's not so bad.
after a while, he becomes comfortable enough where he can actually enjoy the feeling of the soft, lazy tickles just because it gives him goosebumps and he feels loved and cared for.
#supernatural tickle#tickle headcanons#sam winchester tickle#dean winchester tickle#lee!sam#ler!sam#ler!samwinchester#lee!dean#ler!dean#tickle fic#tickle prompts
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June. June was supposed to be nice. It was supposed to be “take Baby for a long drive, windows down, with no destination in mind for once” nice. Instead it was cold, 40’s at best, and the pattering of drops on the windows didn’t seem to be letting up any time soon. It was starting to get on Dean’s nerves. The 4 friends were lounging around in their cozy little living room, “Ramble On” playing softly from the speakers in the far corner.
Sam was in the recliner, scrolling on his laptop. Dean didn’t need to see the screen to know he was searching for their next case. Always the diligent one. Cas was on one end of the couch, nose deep in some new “book of the week” that he had become addicted to. The sight made Dean’s stomach flutter, something he was still trying to get used to. Eileen was on the loveseat, watching tv, surely some reality show that Dean would pretend not to be interested in, but secretly be sad when it ended. Dean was currently propped up in the corner of the couch, opposite Cas, with a magazine in hand, not really focusing on the print, mind distracted.
He was fidgeting, too. He knew it, but he hoped no one else had noticed. He wasn’t used to sitting still, at least not for long periods of time, and his hands itched to be doing something, other than holding the paper distraction. He kept shifting slightly, couch creaking with each move, and every so often one of the other’s eyes would roam over to him, their look questioning. It never lasted long, but Dean would duck his head back into the magazine every time, avoiding the stare. His heart was starting to race, and he willed himself to slow it down. He could do this, dammit. He could relax. He just needed to practice. He wasn’t used to the semi-retired, non-hunting lifestyle. So sue him. It would take some getting used to. He shifted again, trying to return his focus back to his reading, but apparently fate had other plans in store for him today.
“Dude what’s the matter with you?” Sam asked, voice laced slightly with irritation. You’re like a nervous ball of energy, and it’s been radiating throughout the room for the last hour. What gives, man?”
Damn it, Sam was always the intuitive one. Dean couldn’t get anything past him.
He tried to play it off with a scoff, schooling his features into a look that implied as though Sam’s comment was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. In reality, he wished Sam could read his mind, so Dean didn’t have to use his words to communicate his emotions. He’d never been very good at that. For the moment though, he wished Sam would just drop it and leave him alone.
“I know when something’s bothering you” Sam continued “so just tell us what’s going on.”
No such luck.
Truth was, Dean didn’t know what was wrong, exactly. He’d slept well, eaten, and was currently nursing a beer. All his basic needs were met and he should have been grateful for the rest. But for some reason, even in a room full of others, he felt alone. His skin was cold, despite the warmth in the room, and he was itching for some sort of physical contact. Everyone seemed so far away, despite the close proximity of the furniture. What the hell was wrong with him? He rolled his eyes at himself. He needed to snap out of it. He wasn’t sharing with the class, especially something as emotionally confusing as this. Suffer in silence. That was his MO.
Apparently no one was willing to allow him that luxury today, because Cas, who had averted his attention away from his book to observe the brother’s exchange for the last several minutes, chose that moment to join the conversation.
“Dean, you do seem more restless than usual. What’s the matter with you?” Cas paused, waiting for Dean to respond. Dean pulled a face that clearly conveyed “leave me alone” without having to verbalize it. Either that, or he was trying to think of a lie. Cas must have thought the latter, because he followed up his previous question with “and don’t lie to me. You know it won’t end well.”
Dean schooled his features, giving Cas a challenging glare. Who did he think he was? Dean was an adult, he could lie if he wanted to. Besides, choosing to ignore the current line of questioning coming from his brother and boyfriend wasn’t lying, it was just avoiding, and that Dean was a pro at.
The silence dragged on until it was uncomfortable, Cas squinting his eyes and doing his adorable little head tilt that usually signified he was studying Dean, trying to get a read on him. A few more seconds ticked on, and Dean couldn’t stand it any longer. He stood up from the couch, ready to bolt to his room where he could sulk in peace.
Again, no such luck.
Cas was on him, tackling him to the ground before he’d made it two feet. He straddled his hips, and after a brief struggle (that Dean was embarrassed to admit he’d lost too easily) Dean found his hands pinned by Cas’s on either side of his head, face bracketed in by Cas’s arms. Their noses were practically touching. Cas continued to study Dean, but the new proximity was making his head spin.
Tough guy brivatto still intact, for the moment, Dean steeled his expression into a look of annoyance, twisting himself underneath Cas’s hold, testing it. He was stuck, he knew it, but he wasn’t going down without a fight, Angelic strength be damned. Dean continued to struggle, letting out little grunts of frustration as each unsuccessful attempt let it sink in a little more just how screwed he really was. Cas had a small smirk forming on his face, and it just added to the irritation building up. Dean let out a growl, willing himself to break the hold, but eventually he conceded, body going slack, head tipped back, eyes closed, as though he was slowly starting to accept his fate. He was still breathing heavily, little huffs coming out of his nose every few seconds, but he couldn’t help the small smile starting to form on his face from the ridiculousness of it all. He tried to school his expression into something neutral, but he was failing. When he dared to peek one eye open, Cas was grinning down at him with that big gummy smile of his. Dean couldn’t help but smile back as he said “yeah, yeah, you made your point, now let me up.” But Cas apparently had other intentions, grip tightening slightly at the request.
“Dean, we just want to help. I’d like you to tell us willingly, but I’m not against coercing it out of you.” As Cas spoke, his eyes started to twinkle, and Dean gulped, his throat growing dry, nerves set on edge. If Cas’s look was any indication of what was coming, Dean was in trouble. He tried to remain calm, not giving Cas the satisfaction of knowing he was getting under his skin. He fidgeted again, cursing himself silently.
Get it together, Winchester. You can still get out of this.
Right on cue, as if reading his mind, Cas readjusted his grip so that he was holding both of Dean’s hands in just one of his, other hand coming to rest ever so gently on Dean’s side. Well shit. This wasn’t the first time Cas had used this method to get Dean to “talk” and he should have known it was coming. Dean had two options, tell the truth, or try and lie his way out of it, convincingly, of course.
He put on the brightest smile possible, the one he knew worked ninety five percent of the time, his go-to when he was trying to charm his way out of a not- so-pleasant situation he’d inevitably found himself in, and said “I’m FINE, man, I swear, just let me up.” He tried not to let his voice waiver, but when Cas didn’t budge, Dean chuckled nervously, averting his eyes for a moment. After collecting himself, he turned his face back, eyes pleading with Cas to just drop it. But Cas could be stubborn as well, and as the moments ticked on, it became increasingly clear that Cas would not be satisfied until Dean fessed up. Dean narrowed his eyes, voice low. “Don’t even think about it.” he snarled, trying to appear as if he had control of the situation, even if Cas did have the upper hand. He let out another growl, but it quickly turned into a yelp as Cas’s fingers jumped to life.
Sam, who had previously returned his attention back to his laptop after the brief exchange with his brother, heard the noise and looked up, curiosity getting the best of him. He smiled softly at the sight of his brother squirming beneath Cas. Dean was trying his hardest to keep his composure in check, but was rapidly losing that battle. Cas’s growing smile was a clear indicator that Dean was close to breaking. Cas knew it and was slowly chipping away, gaining leverage with every twitch of his fingers. Moments ticked on, Dean still squirming but refusing to concede, and eventually Cas must have decided he’d had enough. Without warning, he released his grip on Dean’s hands in favor of digging all ten fingertips into both of his sides. Dean was not expecting the sudden change, and his wall of resistance shattered. He began cackling, the noise loud enough to catch Eileen’s attention, who until this moment had remained focused on her show. She glanced at Sam, eyebrow raised and questioning, and Sam just smiled back at her, shrugging his shoulders. The pair stood up simultaneously, making their way over to the spot where Dean and Cas were still battling it out, although it was clear who was winning this little bout.
Dean could see Sam and Eileen approach out of the corner of his eye, although his vision was already starting to blur. He groaned through his laughter, trying to hide his face in the crook of his arm. This was embarrassing, especially with how quickly Cas had broken him. It had only been a minute, tops, since Cas had really started tickling in earnest, and Dean was already red-faced and giggling hysterically. He had expected to hold out longer than that, but Cas had him so wound up with anticipation, he didn’t stand a chance. He was twisting frantically, kicking his legs, trying to throw Cas off, to no avail. A few “Cas’s” and “please” and "stop it’s” slipped in whenever he could catch a breath, although only half of them decipherable. Damned if he wouldn’t still try though. Cas just shook his head, acknowledging he had heard him but wasn’t complying with his requests. The little shit was dead when Dean got out of this. Dean was so getting him back, tenfold. But he couldn’t focus on that right now.
The little voice in Dean’s head kept telling him if he just agreed to give them an answer that this could all be over. He tried convincing himself of what it was he DID want. What answer would appease them? What was the truth? Dean hadn’t been able to put his finger on it before, and he certainly was having trouble thinking clearly now. Another part of him, a louder part, kept reminding him that this WAS what he wanted. Physical contact, no matter the form. Sometimes he found himself craving it, the lack of it overwhelming him to the point of suffocation. Usually he drowned himself in other distractions to take away the sting. Until now, it had worked. He wasn’t expecting it to hit him today with an audience. He hadn’t even fully accepted that was the problem, but as the contact with Cas made the earlier cold and loneliness slowly ebb away, a realization dawned on him. Well damn if he would admit it. He had a reputation to uphold.
As Sam and Eileen reached them, Dean could see Cas and Eileen share a quick glance, and then she nodded, as though they could read each other's minds. The silent exchange made his nerves ignite. She knelt down above his head, and Cas paused his tickling to pass Dean’s arms to her, one at a time. He tried to resist, but in the end it was futile. From his seat on Dean’s lap, Cas had the advantage. Eileen sat on them gently, only enough pressure to ensure he was pinned firmly. Dean gulped. One on one with Cas was bad enough, but being double teamed… They wouldn’t, would they? Dean shivered at the thought. At least Sam was still standing. Dean didn’t know what would happen if all three of them attacked. He’d never survive. He might as well ask to cuddle, right then and there. At least he’d still have some of his dignity left.
Once the pair deemed Dean secured in his new position, Cas said “last chance to talk, Dean.” He was counting on Dean’s stubbornness, and when Dean glared at him with a “how dare you” look, Cas grinned and started tickling again, fingers back at Dean’s sides, though not as harshly as last time. Dean should have been grateful for the reprieve, only now Eileen’s hands were added to mix. Dammit, NO! Her fingers were poking and prodding in and around his armpits, occasionally jumping to his collarbones and up and around his ears. Dean exploded, cackling, voice going in and out as his pitch reached new levels. His efforts to free himself increased momentarily, twisting and turning with every poke and prod, but he was quickly running out of energy. He was shaking his head from side to side, a stream of jovial “nonono’s” bursting out of him every time he could catch his breath.
Eventually he went slack, sweat lacing his brow. Cas and Eileen noticed and slowed the tickling just enough to give him a moment to breathe, but still enough to keep him gently giggling. Eileen with her long fingernails still scritching softly under his chin. Cas with the soft pads of his fingertips digging into his ribs. And Sam with that dopey, lopsided smile, grinning down at Dean every time he dared peek his eyes open, looking at Dean like his face was the brightest thing aside from the sun.
It was more than Dean could handle. He needed it to stop. He never wanted it to stop.
“Ok, ok I give. I give up. Please, no more.” Dean relented. Cas and Eileen paused, waiting for him to continue. When his breathing slowed completely, they looked on expectantly, but instead of speaking, he tried hiding his face in the crook of his elbow again. “Heeey” he giggled, as Eileen softly tickled the side of his neck, forcing him to turn his head. He looked up at her, trying to glare, but was betrayed by his lingering smile, and she bent down to peck a kiss to his forehead. He almost started crying. What the hell was going on with him today?
He closed his eyes and laid there for a moment, trying to regain his composure, not trusting himself to make eye contact, much less to speak. He knew they wouldn’t wait forever. Still pinned beneath the pair, he tried to muster up some courage. As he looked over, Cas started wiggling his fingers again, making a show of getting closer and closer to Dean’s sides, and it was all the encouragement Dean needed to blurt out “I was just lonely and wanted attention!” He immediately tried hiding his face again, cheeks burning red. This time, no one stopped him. When a few minutes had passed and no one had spoken, he dared to glance up.
From the looks on their faces, whatever it was they were expecting Dean to say, it clearly hadn’t been that. All 3 were looking at him with slightly different expressions, from fondness to curiosity, but not one of them appeared to be judging him. He was grateful for that, at least. Maybe he could finish the day with some of his dignity intact.
“I answered your question, can I sit up now please?” Dean asked, suddenly looking very uncomfortable in his current position. Cas and Eileen, realizing that they were still pinning Dean down, released their hold, shuffling back to give him some room. He sat up, keeping his head down, hand ringing at the back of his neck, unsure of what to say. He could feel their eyes on him still and it made his cheeks burn red again. He wished they’d just leave him to wallow in peace. They owed him that much. Instead, as Cas and Eileen stood up, Sam offered Dean a hand. He accepted it, shakily rising to his feet, still a little wobbly and light headed from before. Sam saw him stagger and righted him, but instead of stopping at that, he pulled him into a crushing hug.
“Come here, ya big dummy.” Sam said, and Dean could tell by his tone that Sam was grinning. When Dean didn’t put up much resistance, he pressed on “if you wanted us to hug you, why didn’t you just ask?” Dean tensed at the teasing and started to pull away, even though the contact was keeping him grounded at the moment. Old habits were hard to break. Sam wasn’t letting him get away that easily. He tightened his grip, arms wrapped around Dean’s torso, fingers starting to wiggle into the crevices at the back of his armpits. Dean let out a gasp, followed by a “nohoho, not again!” and before he could help himself he was giggling, squirming steadily in Sam’s arms, trying to keep himself upright, although his knees were threatening to give out. Cas stepped in behind him, just in time to catch him as Dean managed to break Sam’s hold.
Dean stumbled and Cas righted him, wrapping his arms around him to keep him vertical. Sam advanced forward, hands finding purchase on Dean’s belly as he responded to Dean’s plea of “no Sammy, please don’t” with “I didn’t get to participate before, Dean, it’s only fair!” When Sam fingers found his belly button, Dean shrieked, laughter quickly turning silent. He was doubled over Cas’s arms, trying to force Sam’s evil fingers away, but Sam continued to slip his grip with ease. Eventually he gave up and tipped his head back, temple brushing against Cas’s, arms crossed in front of him as much as Cas’s hold would allow. Sam eventually slowed when it was clear that Dean couldn’t take much more.
Sam giggled at his brother as he tried to entangle himself from Cas’s octopus-like grip. When Dean was finally free, he stumbled over to the couch, practically collapsing onto it. He laid on his back, arm draped over his eyes, willing his breath to settle. He startled when he felt someone lift his head up, but relaxed again when he realized it was only Cas climbing in to sit beneath him, Dean’s head now in his lap. Cas started running his fingers through Dean’s hair, pausing every once in a while to scratch at his scalp. Dean hummed appreciatively, which only encouraged Cas to continue.
Normally he’d be embarrassed at showing his emotions so openly, but after what he’d just endured, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Cas had picked up his discarded book before settling down, now propping it up on the arm of the couch, somehow managing to juggle it with one hand while still attentive to Dean with the other. Every once in a while his hand would stray from Dean’s head to rub over his back or shoulders, and Dean would sigh contentedly. Maybe he needed to ask for what he wanted more often.
Sam and Eileen were snuggled on the loveseat, watching on with fondness. Cas looked up and met their gaze, smiling at them and then down at Dean. Dean met his gaze, smiling softly back. The rain still pattered lightly on the windows, only now all was right with the world again. Maybe rest days weren’t so bad after all. He rolled over, snuggling his face into Cas’s lap, and when Cas resumed his scritching, Dean’s eyes fluttered shut, and soon he was snoring softly.
I rarely write but this one just came together so quickly, I couldn’t stop the brain worms. Hope you enjoy.
#castiel#dean winchester#ticklish dean#ler!cas#supernatural tickle fic#sam winchester#spn tickle fic#ler!castiel#supernatural tickling#spn tickles#eileen
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Pray for Mercy
Tickletober 2022, Day 18: Chase [LATE]
this was actually the first fic i wrote for this year's tickletober, months ago when i first finished the prompt list, before i ever officially posted it lol. i have not reread or edited this! i simply do not have the time or energy unfortunately lol, but hopefully its alright and not too messy!
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Fandom: Supernatural
Ship(s): Destiel
Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Dean/Ler!Castiel
Word Count: 2736 words
Summary: Dean should've known there were consequences to tickling an angel. Even one with such a cute, innocent smile like Cas.
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Dean raced down the halls of the bunker, skidding around corners and almost slipping every other step thanks to only being in his socks. The bunker was supposed to be safe, after all. Why would he need to wear his big, heavy boots everywhere when he could finally live in comfort? Well, Dean certainly felt like a fool, now.
Had the bunker always been this complex? It felt like a labyrinth, unrecognizable and unending, trapping him no matter what turn he took. He thought he knew the place inside and now by now, explored all the nooks and crannies during the late nights where he couldn’t sleep knowing what horrors were awaiting him behind his eyelids. Apparently, he thought wrong. Or maybe that was just the scratch of fear slithering down his neck seeping into his mind, muddling things that he knew that he knew.
Footsteps echoed around him, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Truthfully, Dean couldn’t be sure if they were even real, or just a figment of his own mind, traitorously adding to his torment. In a blind moment of panic, he threw open a door on his left, whipping around to shut it as quietly as he could.
The room was dim, but it was quiet. In fact, his own heavy breathing sounded deafening against the concrete walls. He was tempted to hold his breath to hide it, not wanting to give away his position, but if he was found, Dean knew that he would need it. He backed slowly into the room, eyes trained on the door as he shuffled his feet, moving slowly and carefully so he wouldn’t bump into anything and alert anyone, or anything, to his current location. As long as he was quiet, he would be safe here. Please, let him be safe here.
There was a quiet ruffle of feathers behind him, and Dean barely had time to register the sound as danger before backing into a solid chest, not having caught himself in time to stop moving. He did, in fact, stop breathing for a moment, though.
“Hello, Dean.”
“Dammit, Cas, you–!”
Dean didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, not that he really knew where he was going with it in the first place. He was quickly silenced – well, not silenced, more hindered – by Cas’s arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace, using the hold to sneak fingers into all the weak points he could reach along Dean’s sides and ribs.
Dean doubled over in his laughter, trying to claw Cas’s hands off his torso with weak and trembling fingers. Even though he knew it wouldn’t work, Dean was still offended when Cas’s hands crept high onto his upper ribs, making his arms slam down in an involuntary defense. He jerked his torso back and forth, trying to loosen Cas’s grip or dislodge him somehow, but Cas followed easily with every twist and turn. Dean wasn’t gonna get out of this so easily.
“Cas– come on!”
“Sorry, Dean, I can’t quite understand you through your laughter. Would you mind repeating that for me?”
Dean did, in fact, mind. Even if he hadn’t said anything worth repeating. So instead, bicep still pressed tightly to his ribs, Dean raised up his hand showing Cas his middle finger as best as he could.
Cas tutted. “Really, Dean, you should know better to antagonize me at this point. Did you really think you could get away with this morning’s antics without recompense?”
Note to self: never play Scrabble with Cas.
“Now, do you regret it, yet?”
Dean shook his head. Hell, no. It had been hilarious. And maybe a little adorable. Not that Dean would admit that to Cas’s face. No, Dean would keep all his thoughts about Cas’s gummy smile and his bright, bubbly laughter all to himself, thank you very much. But he certainly didn’t regret it.
Cas sighed. “You will, eventually.”
And then, surprisingly, Castiel let him go. The torment stopped, his arms unwrapped from Dean’s torso, and he took a few steps back from where they had stood, pressed together from shoulders to hips. Dean wobbled and wavered for a moment, having to readjust to holding his weight up on his own again without Cas to steady him through his remaining giggles. He shot a confused look over his shoulder, but Cas stood there as impassively as ever, appraising Dean with a calculated look.
“You have a fifteen second head start,” Cas rumbled, raking his eyes over Dean’s body, “before round two begins.”
Dean’s eyes practically bugged out of his skull. “What?”
Castiel narrowed his own. “You heard me.”
Dean didn’t need to be prompted a third time. He turned tail and ran, damn his jellied legs and trembling knees to hell, sliding down the halls in his stupid patterned socks once more. He wondered if he had time to sneak into his room and change clothes, because he suddenly felt very bare in the t-shirt and boxers he’d been lounging around in all day with Sam being gone, or if Cas would corner him before he got the chance. Ultimately, Dean decided it wasn’t worth the risk, and he kept running, directionless. He could only hope it took Cas a little longer to find him, this time.
Dean was hardly even aware of the twists and turns he was taking, his only goal being “get as far away from Cas as possible,” so when he blindly whipped around a corner and slammed directly into Cas’s body, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d just gone around in a circle at some point. Either way, Cas let out a low, growling chuckle into his ear, this time sliding his hands up under Dean’s shirt in the embrace.
“Goddammit!” Dean spat.
“Now, now,” Cas said, his voice infuriatingly calm for how much Dean was struggling in his arms. “Let’s not bring my Father into this.”
“Asshole!”
Cas sighed. “You Winchesters never learn, do you?”
Dean let out a mortifying little yip as Cas’s fingers started spidering all over his back, jerking forward and only further encasing himself in Cas’s arms. He buried his face in Cas’s neck, not wanting Cas to have the pleasure or reward of seeing his face flush from the embarrassment of his own giggling.
“Tell me, Dean, which tickles more. This?” Cas scribbled and spidered his fingers all along the backs of Dean’s ribs and sides. “Or this?” He scratched his fingers ever-so-lightly up and down Dean’s back, the feel-good tingles warring with the building ticklish feeling into a dangerous combination.
“Both, you fucking– Cas!”
Apparently, answering both meant that Cas would do both, which Dean found entirely unfair. He whined through his giggles, so far past embarrassment (at least, for this round), squirming forward and back in Castiel’s grip like either direction would get him anywhere. And then, just as quickly as he swooped in, Cas vanished from his personal space, leaving Dean wobbling once more. He leaned against the wall for a second, trying to catch his breath through his giggles.
“You have ten seconds,” Cas said.
Dean’s head shot up. “Ten?!”
Cas raised an eyebrow. “I am being incredibly generous, giving you these head starts. Are you sure you wanted to waste your time arguing with me?”
A slew of expletives slipped out of Dean’s mouth. He pushed himself off the wall and bolted past Cas, nearly tripping over himself with how shaky his legs were. Dean had been a hunter his entire life, stalked by monster and man alike, but never before had he felt more like prey than this moment. How was Cas finding him so easily, every single time? All he needed was a moment to think.
He did not get that moment. Instead, he skidded to a stop on his stupid socks, almost falling on flat on his ass, as Castiel emerged from one of the doors ahead of him. He glanced over and walked in Dean’s direction, calm and cool and collected, and Dean felt himself get even more frazzled in return. He turned on his heel and sprinted in the opposite direction, chanting lose me, lose me in his mind all the while.
Only for Cas to emerge from a different door up ahead in this direction, once again starting a calm walk in Dean’s direction.
Dean felt a wave of indignance go through him, remembering all the things he’d read about humans being endurance hunters. How they would tire out their prey, track them calmly, letting the prey spook and race off, only to be found and repeat the process again. Eventually, the prey would tire out, be too exhausted to keep it up, and that was when the human would strike. Then again, the post Dean had read was about pet owners trying to catch their escaped cats, so who knew what the truth was to that.
Cas may not have been a human, but that just gave him a sharper advantage. As an angel, he couldn’t exactly tire, but Dean, the so-called endurance hunter, could. Cas was one of the only things above humans on the food chain, and Dean was about to become lunch. The endurance hunter becoming the endurance hunted.
God, it was fun. Not that he’d ever admit it, even under pain of death.
Dean whipped around and jogged down another hallway, taking a multitude of twists and turns to try and throw Cas off his trail. Then, because it had worked so well the first time, Dean picked a door and ran inside. He almost locked it, before remembering that it would only be a detriment to himself when he would inevitably have to run away again.
Dean tried to steady his breathing, backing slowly away from the door, before he remembered where that got him last time. He whipped around, eyes scanning the dark room and ears straining for the sounds of ruffling feathers. Don’t find me here, Dean pleaded in his mind. Don’t find me here, don’t even look here.
A quiet, rolling noise caught Dean’s attention, and he whirled around to see the doorknob turning ever-so-slowly. He spat out a quiet curse, glancing around the room for a hiding place and finding none. Ultimately, he decided to back up until his back hit the wall. At least this time, there could be no surprises from behind. The door opened with a creak, and Dean tried to wipe all the giddiness and nerves from his expression. He didn’t need to give Cas the satisfaction.
“Hello again, Dean.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Cas quirked an eyebrow, walking forward again at that maddeningly slow pace. Dean didn’t see the point in running – the room was too small for him to dart around Cas to escape, and he’d just make a fool of himself in the process – so instead, he pressed himself further into the wall, trying to brace for the coming attack.
But the attack didn’t come, this time. Instead, Cas leaned forward and kissed him, slow and sweet and languid. Dean tried to keep his composure, but it was only seconds before he melted into it, closing his eyes and humming in contentment. Cas guided Dean’s arms up around his shoulders and wrapped his own arms around Dean’s waist, pushing him even further into the wall as he pressed their bodies together. Just when Dean felt like he couldn’t stand it another moment, his lungs getting the better of him after all the running and the repeated tickle attacks, Cas pulled back and he gasped in a few breaths of air.
“Hi,” Dean murmured, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Cas brushed their noses together. “Hi.”
Cas slid his hands back around so that they were resting lightly on Dean’s stomach and hips. Dean kept his own arms around Cas’s neck for the time being, trying to count the hues of blue in Cas’s eyes.
“Are we done, then?”
Cas quirked both eyebrows this time. “No. I was just trying to lower your guard.”
Dean’s face dropped. “Wha–?”
He cut himself off with a gasp as a light, tingling sensation made itself known in his lower stomach and hips, radiating deep into the nerves. He grunted and shifted, trying to bring his hands down to defend himself, push Cas’s hands away, something, only to find that his arms were trapped around Cas’s neck, and he only succeeded in pulling Cas closer. Fucking angel mojo, tickling him with it and trapping him? That really wasn’t fair.
“You– asshole!”
“Just let go, Dean,” Cas mumbled, leaning forward to nuzzle his stubble into Dean’s neck. “You know you want to.”
Dean let out a choked sound with the added sensation on his neck, smushing his face down against Cas’s to try and push him out. All the while, the tingling beneath Cas’s hands only snuck deeper beneath his skin, growing and building on top of itself until it was almost unbearable, despite how light the feeling was. Against his will, strangled little snickers started bubbling up his throat and spilling from his lips.
“Damn you,” he bit out through it all. “How do you keep finding me so fast?”
Cas cocked his head to the side, the move far more innocent than Cas deserved to pretend to be, like a puppy who ate your lunch and was trying to make you forget all about it. Well Dean would not be forgetting, thank you very much, especially not while the puppy was still actively chewing on his damned sandwich right in front of him.
“Are you aware,” Cas said, “that you have been praying this entire time?”
If Dean could’ve frozen, he would have. Instead he was stuck squirming back and forth as his jaw dropped open, only widening the way for more laughter to escape as the light buzzing radiating out from his core threatened to consume him.
“What?!”
“Praying. Everytime you run, or try to hide, or think you hear me coming, you pray. For mercy, for guidance, for luck. And it seems I must be your default to pray to, because I heard every word, Dean. Every. Word.”
Fucking shit, how much did Dean push into those prayers? How much did Cas hear of his internal monologue? Just how screwed was he?
“You fucking cheat–”
“I don’t recall you establishing any rules. Do you?”
“There was no time–” Dean squealed, cutting himself off, as the tingling buzz swirled down and centered itself solely on his hips.
“Well, that’s your own fault, is it not?”
Oh fucking damn him. Cas played these games too well.
“Don’t worry, Dean. We both know you wouldn’t have wanted rules in the first place.”
“Fuck you.”
Cas retaliated with a raspberry directly in the crook of his neck. Dean’s knees went out, cackling and tearing up with the intensity of it all. Cas pushed into him, pinning him in place against the wall, not letting him have even that escape.
“Are you sorry yet?”
Sorry?? Sorry for what, crying all over his trench coat?
“For attacking me this morning?”
“Yes,” Dean cried out. “Yes! I’m sorry!”
Cas had mercy. He lifted his face out of the crook of Dean’s neck and pulled away his hands, sucking out the vibrations of his grace along with them. A moment later, the invisible bonds on Dean’s wrists and hands vanished and he was able to pull them back towards his body, rubbing away the ghostly feeling the grace tickles left behind.
“You have another ten seconds before round four begins.”
Dean blinked. “But– I said sorry!”
Cas stared at him, his gaze steady and calm. “I don’t believe you truly want this game to end.”
Dean didn’t know how to reply to that. He certainly would not be telling Cas that he was right.
“And since you seem so inclined to waste your headstarts, why don’t we make it five seconds, instead?” Cas smirked. “I suggest you run now, Dean.”
Dean wasn’t stupid enough to earn himself another penality, so he shoved Cas off him and he ran, a grin tugging at his sore cheeks all the while. He wondered what would be waiting for him at the end of the chase this round. He couldn’t wait to find out.
But that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy on Cas.
#augtickletober2022#tickletober#tickletober 2022#tickle fic#my writing#supernatural tickling#lee!dean#ler!castiel#ticklish!dean#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#destiel
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💣⚠️Incoming fluff bomb ahead!⚠️💣
Firstly, I would like to give a huge shoutout to @awkwardandsmall 💕 This fic was co-written by this amazing person and I’m so grateful for the wonderful ideas you gave me. This fic is written in a different style than I’m used too, so I hope you all enjoy 💕
I also added in this little prompt submitted by an Anon: Here
Warnings: Lots of fluffy tickles
Words: 1387 Romantic Ler Dean/ Lee Reader
Waking Up Next To You
You woke up to Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist, and the feeling of his scruff pressed against the crock of your neck. You smiled at his hot breath that dragged across your skin when a ticklish sensation appeared. You bit your lip, holding the giggles in. You heard Dean grumble, and he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“Morning.” He mumbled.
“Morning De.”
He rested his head back into your neck and pressed a kiss against it. You were desperately trying not to laugh as his stubbly jaw and kisses tickled you. Just as you thought it couldn’t get any worse, he slid his hand underneath your shirt. You couldn’t help but flinch at the sensation, and he paused in his movements.
“What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing.” You bit your lip, and he could see you holding back laughter and the big grin on your face.
It all clicked in his mind, and a smirk appeared on his face.
“Sweetheart… are you maybe… ticklish?”
Your heart dropped into your stomach, and you tried to act casual. It was difficult as Dean’s rough and calloused fingers dragged across your stomach, slowly.. and very tickly. You squirmed a little in his hold, but you quickly realized you were trapped.
“N-No.”
“Hmm. Okay.”
He halted his movements and you sighed in relief. When all of a sudden he dug his fingers into your hips, moving up your sides and up to your ribs. You let out a loud squeal before bursting into hysterical laughter, and deep evil chuckles left Dean’s lips.
“You lied to me, I think you need to be punished.”
With that, he flipped you onto your back and held your legs down with his taller ones, and held your wrists above your head. With his free hand, he lifted your shirt exposing your ticklish skin. You gulped as his green eyes turned a shade darker, and he wiggled his fingers in front of you.
“C-Can we talk about this..?” You wiggled but you were trapped.
“No.” He said lowly.
With that, he tickled you and found out your sides were the worst spot on you. You were screaming in hysterical laughter while wiggling from side to side. You could feel the tears entering your eyes, and you felt a finger tickle next to your belly button. You squealed and Dean paused his movements,
“And what’s this?” He asked evily.
You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Only a high-pitched string of giggles as Dean continued his ticklish onslaught.
Dean’s POV:
Every part of you was beautiful. Your radiant smile. The way your hair shimmered in the sunlight. Your soft skin. Every damn part of you was perfect.
You were even more beautiful in the early hours of the morning, as you slept ever so peacefully in his arms.
Days like this, where he could just hold you as you were encapsulated within a dreamy wonderland, were his favorite.
No hunting. No running from the cops. No Sam to barge in and disrupt you. Just Dean and his wonderful woman.
Dean tensed briefly when he heard your breath hitch. You were starting to wake up.
Dean gently wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. He could smell the aroma of the remnants of the shampoo in your hair and it filled his nose with a nice vanilla scent.
Dean buried his face into the back of your neck, nuzzling your soft skin gently.
“Morning De,” you said.
Dean couldn’t resist but to plant a couple of soft kisses on your neck. Dean heard a faint giggle escape your lips, and your face turned a light shade of pink. Knowing just how ticklish you were, Dean decided to tease you a little more by purposely nuzzling his scruff into your neck. To add to the sensations, he wormed his hands under your shirt to rest nonchalantly on your waist.
You flinched under his touch and tried to carefully escape his loose grip. Dean chuckled under his breath.
“What’s wrong?” Dean said has you squirmed.
He was now lightly tracing circles on your soft skin. Dean enjoyed teasing you. You always became nervous and fluttery when he tickled you. Stubborn as all get out, you would never admit to him that you loved the ticklish sensations, and so Dean used that to his advantage.
Your face was becoming a new shade of pink now.
“N-nothing!”
Dean smirked. He had you just where he wanted you. Tightening his grip, he locked eyes with you, waiting for you to crack.
“Sweetheart…are you maybe… ticklish?”
Dean watched as your eyes widened. He knew that you knew your fate was sealed. No escape from Dean Winchester. The dreaded tickle machine.
Even knowing your fate, Dean internally applauded your stubbornness and boldness. Trying to keep your voice calm you sputtered
“N-no”
“Hmm. Okay,” Dean said as he loosened his grip.
He watched as your face was filled with confusion and relief, effectively dropping your guard. Just as Dean hoped for.
Quickly, Dean grasped you again, and this time went on a full-on tickle spree. He pinched your hips and scurried his calloused fingertips across your rib cage as you immediately burst into squeals and heavy laughter. Dean loved every squeak, giggle, and snort you let out. Just another reason why he was so infatuated with you.
Giving you a chance to breathe, Dean stopped his attack and tutted at you.
“You lied to me, I think you need to be punished.”
Without giving you a chance to flee, Dean flipped you over and pinned you. Even though your face was red and sweaty, Dean couldn’t believe just how beautiful you were. Part of him felt guilty for what he was about to do.
“C-Can we talk about this..?”
Dean pulled himself back to reality when you spoke. He watched as you tested his grip by pulling on your arms. They didn’t budge of course.
“No”.
Dean couldn’t hold back any longer. He latched his free hand onto your side knowing that was your worst spot. Dean was feeling particularly evil today, so he gave you no mercy even as your sparkling eyes filled with tears.
Not really paying attention to where his hand went, Dean, noticed a change in your laughter. Pausing, he glanced at the location of his fingers. They had landed on a small piece of flesh adjacent to your belly button.
“And what’s this?”
Digging in, Dean didn’t even give you a chance to answer him before you were screaming out in laughter again.
Readers POV:
You didn’t even know that tiny little spot was so damn sensitive. Dean's gruff hands created the perfect amount of pressure that tore you to pieces.
“Tickle tickle tickle Y/n” Dean teased.
Dean must have started to sense you were losing your strength, so he haphazardly let go of your pinned arms.
You immediately covered your stomach and tried to roll over. Dean laughed and teasingly walked his fingers up to your armpits.
You held your arms tightly against your body hoping to deter him but had no such luck.
It was merely a trick. As you were focused on his fingers, Dean had dropped his head to your exposed tummy and blew an extremely ticklish raspberry.
You yelped from the new sensation and moved your hands to cover the exposed skin.
Using your panic as a distraction, Dean was able to prod his fingers into your underarms.
You shrieked out and tried to roll over onto your stomach again.
Dean raised a mischievous eyebrow.
“You really are ticklish everywhere!”
You would have cursed at him, but the new ticklish feeling in your underarms made it impossible to think, let alone yell out profanities at your boyfriend.
After a few more torturous minutes, Dean finally released you. You rolled over onto your belly and panted out the last few phantom giggles.
Dean gently scooped you into his warm arms and kissed you.
Still a little out of breath, you pulled back and leaned your head up against his chest and held his hands.
“Even though you tickled me nearly to death, I still love waking up next to you”.
Dean kissed your forehead.
“Forever and always. Me too”.
#supernatural tickle fic#co written#fluff#Ler Dean Winchester#Lee reader#romantic#SFW tickles#hiddlesbummmm fics
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So I thought I would do something different than just write MHA fics all the time. I wrote a Supernatural fic a couple of weeks ago because I started watching the show and it’s so damn good! I’m halfway through season 2 and still going. Anyways I wonder what you guys will think of it and I added my own Supernatural oc as well because I got bored
#supernatural#supernatural tickle#supernatural tickle fic#supernatural tickle fanfic#supernatural tickle fanfiction#dean winchester#ler!dean#sam winchester#ler!sam#supernatural oc#lee!oc#ticklish!oc
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I swear I shared this before, but can’t find it, so here it is (again?) - one of my all-time faves that I just reread again for the hundredth time. I’ve already brought others down with me today but I want to inflict a higher body count, so please enjoy.
30k fic of massage parlor AU with all the best things (mind the rating): https://archiveofourown.org/works/16736913/chapters/39260202
#fic rec#supernatural#Destiel#tickle fic#Dean Winchester#Castiel#AU#ticklish!Cas#ler!Dean#not mine#author sweet_enerliel#Master of Touch
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any chance of an updated list?
Of course!!
Also, this is the NEW and FUCKING IMPROVED LIST, I alphabetized it so it’s even better than before >:3
Currently, we have 340 unique characters (if I counted right) and 487 total submissions. The top three most submitted fandoms are Homestuck, Danganronpa, and One Piece, excluding submissions that were spelt wrong or spelt differently. The top three submitted characters are Haiji Towa, Vriska Serket, and Stella Goeta (stella has so many submissions it’s funny)!
Finally, this is the raw, unedited list of characters submitted so far. Just because they are here doesn’t mean they’ll be in the tournament; it just means they’ve been submitted, regardless of media or what character they are!
as always, list under the cut!
This first list is for characters with two or more submissions. Characters who have three or more submissions will get first dibs in the tournament!
Akechi Goro
Akio Ohtori / Himemiya
Anakin Skywalker
Ansem the Wise
April O’Neil (2012)
Ardyn Izunia
Ayin
Azula
Bill Cipher
Boston
Bramblestar
Buzz McCallister
Caillou
Chibiusa
Childe
Cici
Cullen Rutherford
Darkstalker
Dazai Osamu
Dio
Dio (Zero Escape)
Donald Trump
Donquixote Doflamingo
Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward
Drannus
Eichi Tenshouin
Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus
Eridan Ampora
Evan Hansen
Every Genshin Impact Character Ever
Glenn Quagmire
George Wickham
Greg Heffley
Haiji Towa
Happosai
Her Imperious Condescension
Higashikata Josuke
Huey Emmerich
Ibara Saegusa
Izzy Hands
JD
Jace Herondale / Wayland / Lightwood / Morgenstern
Jin Guangyao
John Gaius
Julia Mazzone
Junko Enoshima
Jurgen Leitner
Katsuki Bakugo
Kokichi Ouma
Kristoph Gavin
Kromer
Kusaka Masato
Kylo Ren
Kyubey
Lance Dubois
Le’garde
Live Action Buggy
Makima
Mal
Marvin Falsettos
Meenah Peixes
Merlin
Micah Bell
Michael
Minoru Mineta
Mr. Bungee
Pierce Hawthorne
Pierre
Princess Daisy
Ranpo Edogawa (Beast)
Regal Farseer
Ronaldo
Rose Quartz
Santa Claus
Sasuke Uchiha
Scrappy Doo
Sentinel Prime
Shiver
Shou Tucker
Simon
Simon Laurent
Sosuke Aizen
Spamton
Stella Goetia
Teddy / Kuma
The Maverick
The Metatron
The Once-Ler
Thistleclaw
Tony Stark
Tsumugi Aoba
Ty Betteridge
Val Velocity
Viren
Vriska Serkat
William Afton
c!Dream
Ōchi Fukuchi
The next list is for characters only submitted once. If you want these characters to have a higher chance of being added to the tournament, feel free to submit more propaganda for them!
Absalom
Abyss Sibling
Adam
Agamemnon
Airy
Akane
Akito Shinonome
Akito Sohma
Alastor
Alexander Hamilton
Ali Lectric
All For One
Aloise Trancy
Anatole Kuragin
Angel Dust
Anne Hathaway
Any Character From Welcome to Nightvale
Anyone From The Locked Tomb
Aranea Serkat
Ashfur
Astarion
Asuka
Bella Swan
Ben Jackson Walker
Betsy Wolfe
Billy
Billy Hargrove
Black Pete
Blackbeard
Blitzo Buckzo
Booker
Box
Bro-Strider
Buck Cluck
Buzz (cheerios)
Byakuya Togami
Caesar Clown
Caliborn / Lord English
Captain Kuro
Cersei Iannister
Chloe Bourgeois
Chris McClain
Chrollo Lucifer
Cicero
Clara Oswald
Coco
Cozy Glow
Cynte
Damian Wayne
Dan Moroboshi
Dean Venture
Dean Winchester
Detective Saracusa
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd
Disembodied Voice
Don Flamenco
Dr. Henry Miller
Drew
Duke
Edelgard
Elias Ainsworth
Elias Ainsworth
Elon Musk
Equius Zahhak
Erebus
Eric Cartman
Erlina and Brugaves
Eugene Coli
Every Single Country In 1993
Everyone In Romeo And Juliet
Father / Dwarf In The Glass
Feferi Peixes
Five
Five Pebbles
Floch
Foreman Oyun
France (Hetalia)
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu
Gamzee Makara
Georg Weissmann
God
Goeffry St. John
Gordon Blackwall
Graham Spector
Gra’ha Tia
Haiji Senri
Heath cliff
Henry Miller (OC)
Henry the Eighth
Himiko Toga
Hisoka
Hiyoko Saionji
Holly Blue Agate
House
Huey Laforet
Ianthe Tridentarius
Il Dottore
Inspector Tobias Greyson
Itsuki Shu
Izumi Sena
JJ
Jacopo Bearzatti
James T. Kirk
Jayne Cobb
Jiren
Joe Destefano
Johnny
Jonah Magnus
Jonathan Groff
Judith Ford / Natalie Cook
Judo
Julia
Julie-Sue
Ken
Kevin
Kusunoki Muu
Kyouichi Saionji
Ladd Russo
Lady Catherine de Bourgh
Lebreau Fermet Viralesque
Light Yagami
Liontari
Lotor
Louie
Louis
Luke
Mahiru Koizumi
Makoto Itou
Marie
Marlon
Mary Keay
Master Crown
Matou Shinji
Matpat
Me
Medusa Gorgon
Meredith Rodney McKay
Michael Scott
Miguel O’Hara
Millions Knives
Moash
Moeka Kiryuu
Monokubs (Except Monodam)
Mori Ougai
Morris
Mr. Collins
Ms. Valentine
Muu Kusunoki
Muzan Kibutsuji
Mystery Hunter (Jeremiah Hartley)
Nagito Komaeda
Nanami Kiryuu
Narumi
Natsumi Sakasaki
Nefera DeNile
Nickel
Nikola Tesla
Noor Pradesh
Ocelot
Octavian
Ogai Mori
Orochi
Otto Apocalypse
Paul Von Oberstein
Pencil
Petyr Baelish / Littlefinger
Prince Louis
Queen Scarlet
Quiche
Quill Kipps
Rafal (FEE)
Rafal (SGE)
Rafe Cameron
Randy
Raven Queen
Rebecca Costwolds
Redd White
Riley Finn
Roger
Rohan Kishibe
Roland
Roshi
Rumpelstiltskin
Ruruka Ando
Sakazuki Akainu
Sandy
Sanji
Sebastian Mechaelis
Sheldon Cooper
Shen Jiu
Shiki Tohno/Nanaya
Shinonomes (both)
Shredder
Sigma Klim
Silver Spoon
Skizzleman
Slayer
Solf J. Kimblee
So Sejima
Splinter
Stark Sands
Steven Universe
Stormcaller
Subara Akehoshi
Tatsumi Kazehaya
Teruhashi Makoto
Teruteru
The Eleventh Doctor
The Entirety Of Homestuck
The Groke
The Little Palace Mistress
The Mage
The New Ninja
The Old Palace Master
The Operator
The Pale King
Tim Drake
Tom Wambsgans
Tomaru Sawagoe
Touichiro Suzuki
Trishna
Tumblr Staff
Valens Van Varro
Verstael Besithia
Victor Frankenstein
Vivienne Medranno’s Impsona
Voice In The Calm Ad On Spotify
Volgin
Wanderer/Scaramouche
Wen Chao
Whiteout, Clearsight, and Benjamin
Will Shuester
Willy Stampler
Woodes Rogers
Xisuma
Yoshiharu Hisomu
Yu Ziyuan
Yumichika Ayasegawa
Yuri Briar
Zeke Jaeger
Zenos Galvus
Zhou Zishu
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oiiii!! Tipo não sei se vc está pegando pedidos mas, eu tenho uma ideia de uma série na minha cabeça de SPN/TWD juntas em um pré/pós Apocalipse De que a leitora antes do mundo virar uma zona tinha um Relacionamento amoroso com os três Jhon/Dean/Sam que a compartilhavam só que o relacionado fica complicado e eles deixam ela (tentando protegê-la das coisas ruins, então eles fazem pensar que eles não amam ela) enfim quando isso acontece ela descobre que tá grávida e aí o mundo vira uma zona.Então ela reencontra o jhon/negan no ep das morte do gleen quando ela está junto do grupo. Eles pensavam que ela tava morta e aí é um choque pra todos os meninos podem ter outras mulheres e aí a coisa fica mais complicada ainda.Enfim... eu sei que é longo mais eu gostaria muito de ler alguma coisa assim mas minha agilidade de escrever é zero.(PS. A LEITORA TEM QUE SER MUITO MAIS JOVEM QUE ELES )
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Hi, sorry I had to use Google translator for your request before answering. :)
I hope I got everything right:
Hiiii!! Like, I don't know if you're taking orders, but I have an idea of a series in my head of SPN/TWD together in a pre/post Apocalypse that the reader, before the world became a zone, had a loving relationship with the three Jhon/ Dean/Sam who shared her but the relationship gets complicated and they leave her (trying to protect her from bad things, so they make her think that they don't love her) anyway when that happens she finds out that she is pregnant and then the world becomes a zone. Then she meets jhon/negan again in the ep of gleen's death when she is with the group. They thought she was dead and then it's a shock for all the boys, they can have other women and then things get even more complicated. Anyway... I know it's long but I would really like to read something like that but my quickness of writing is zero. (PS. THE READER HAS TO BE MUCH YOUNGER THAN THEM) And sorry for the huge text
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I get the main plot. I would use John instead of Negan or I could use both and she had a relationship with John/Sam/Dean - Negan is John's brother or something. He's the leader and the Winchesters joined his group.
The Winchester could have new girls or slept around. and suddenly the reader is back - and pregnant.
How much younger is the reader? I never mention their age. Only that there is an age gap.
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Hi! Can I please request a fic with platonic or romantic lee! Castiel and ler! Dean? WE NEED MORE TICKLISH WINGS IN THE HOUSE!
EEE YESYES ABSOLUTELY! I fully agree- ticklish wings are incredibly underrated :’)
I got you covered tho 😌💅
Angelic Discoveries
Word Count: 591
Pairings: Dean/Castiel (but could also be read as platonic)
A/N: the beginning is so bad I’m sorry 😭
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“My wings? What about them?” The angel raised a brow, eyeing the eldest Winchester with suspicion.
Dean shrugged casually and threw his hands up in defense.
“Hey, I was just curious! Can't blame a guy for being curious about a literal freakin angel!”
The angel in question thought about it for a moment before sighing.
“Very well then. I will show you my wings, but you must step back first.”
Dean’s face lit up and he did as instructed, taking a couple of steps back and giving the angel some room to spread his wings.
Dean watched with amazement as the angel unfurled his large fluffy wings, each one as majestic and graceful as the other.
The hunter stood in shock for a moment, taking in the breathtaking view in front of him, quickly shaking it off and rushing to curiously inspect the wings.
“Son of a bitch, these are the coolest things I’ve ever seen!”
Cas blushed and smiled bashfully, not entirely used to compliments.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, Dean. But perhaps you should be a little more ca- eEK” The angel was cut off by an uncharacteristic squeak, caught off guard by the sudden contact.
Dean pulled back immediately, his eyes wide with concern.
“Woah, Cas, you okay? Did that hurt?”
The angel was quick to shake his head, clearing his throat before responding.
“No, no, I’m quite alright. It just tickled is all.” He spoke nonchalantly as if he wasn’t talking to one of the most mischievous people on the planet.
Dean’s expression switched from concern to disbelief, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.
“No way… your wings are ticklish!? This is too good!”
With an impish grin, he pounced on his friend, carefully digging into the soft feathers, earning a yelp followed by bursts of laughter from the angel.
“Dehehean! Whahahat are you doing?”
The hunter laughed with amusement, taking in the sight of the stoic angel Castiel laughing and smiling like a little kid.
“C'mon, Cas... it doesn’t take an angel to know that I’m tickling you!” he teased, switching to scratching at the ticklish skin that lay beneath the feathers.
Castiel fell back onto the couch, a snort escaping his lips when Dean found an extra sensitive spot near the base of his wings.
“Sorry, Cas. I hope this doesn’t ruffle your feathers..”
Dean joked with a cheeky grin as he continued the playful attack, genuine curiosity mixing with mischief as he poked and prodded at the sensitive appendage, feeling around the curve, all the way to the wingtip, effectively driving the angel crazy as he kicked and squirmed.
“Thihis is incredibly humiliating! Haha!”
He softly fluttered his wings, though he was unsure whether it was to shake off the tickles or simply distract himself.
The eldest Winchester chuckled and grinned playfully.
“Aw, don’t pretend you don’t like it, Cas~”
The angel’s cheeks reddened more.
“I nehehever denied liking ihihit..”
Dean paused with mild disbelief
“Do you want me to keep going?” He asked genuinely, his cheeky demeanor momentarily switching to sincerity.
Castiel averted his eyes in favor of looking at the floor.
“Well... I suppose I wouldn’t mind… if you were to continue, that is.”
That was all Dean needed to hear before he scritched and scratched at the feathered skin, eliciting more bright laughter.
The tickling carried on for a while before finally calming down, leaving the two smiling and breathless.
In the end, Dean Winchester had managed to fluster an angel of the lord, and he was damn proud of it.
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Taking A Break
Words: 1,794
Warnings: None
This is my first Supernatural fic!! I started the show a few months ago and I'm on season 15 now (lord help me) Hope you guys enjoy <3
This is all entirely platonic, I do not ship wincest. Do not tag it as such. Wincest shippers do NOT interact with this post.
This was inspired by this absolutely adorable fanart by @carrie-tate . Go show her some love!! His work is incredible :D
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
Now, Sam wanted to go on record to say that he was grateful for Dean being his big brother. He had looked up to him ever since he was a kid, trying to be just like Dean - having a strong heart and an even stronger sense of loyalty. Where their dad had failed in their youth, Dean had picked up the shattered pieces left behind and made Sam's childhood as good as it could be. He'd sacrificed everything for Sam, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat. Hell, Dean had practically said those words himself.
Sam was lucky to have Dean. He knew that.
However, right now, he really, really wanted to be anywhere but stuck in a motel room with his big brother.
“Stay away from me, you dick!”
“C’mon Sammy, you can’t seriously still be ticklish can you?”
“I said stay away!”
Sam’s face was split into a wide, nervous grin, shifting his weight from foot to foot on his side of the dining table the motel room had. Dean was almost entirely leaning over the damn thing, a toothy smile on his face with that same spark in his eyes Sam had often seen when they were kids. He honestly didn’t know what spurred Dean into such a playful mood, and he knew what was surely coming along with it.
“We were in the middle of researching!” protests Sam, trying to divert Dean’s attention to the more important task of hunting the latest creature of carnage.
Dean merely scoffs. “Nope. You were researching and acting like you had a stick up your ass, I’m simply helping you balance work and living.”
“The work kinda is our life, Dean-”
“And there you go again.” Dean sighs impatiently. “Could you liven up at least a little? The motel room feels even sadder than usual when you get broody.”
Dean suddenly lunged around the table and advertently kicked Sam’s fight or flight into overdrive, a rather undignified squawk leaving the younger man’s mouth in fear of the speed his brother tore around the furniture. He bolted around the table to stop at the opposite side, mirroring his brother, who was grinning even wider.
“Stohop!” Sam pleads, a breathless laugh weaseling into his words and only egging Dean on more.
“Why? You’re laughing, aren’t you? That’s good!”
“Dean, I am going to kill you,” Sam swears, trying to look serious - but with his anticipatory smile and bright eyes, it was difficult to seem threatening.
Dean snorts. “Uh-huh, sure.”
Then, with the engrained speed of a trained hunter, Dean fakes out a fast step to the right and causes Sam to take off to the left around the table - straight into Dean’s awaiting trap. Realising his error immediately, Sam yelps and tries to backpedal in a panic, but Dean leaps forward and wrestles him onto the carpet before he can even hope to escape.
“Goddamnit!”
Sam’s outraged shout only made Dean laugh harder. “You gotta stop falling for that, Sammy,” he comments playfully, grabbing his little brother’s swinging arm and forcing it to the floor. In a split second, Sam’s yells of annoyance morphed into fast-paced pleads as he registered being pinned.
“No- no, Dean, listen- I’ll take a break, okay? I’ve been a stick in the mud, and whatever else you think. We’ll go out and get a drink somewhere. Sound good? Great. Fantastic. Now lemme up.”
Dean smirks in amusement as Sam bargained like a crossroads demon desperate to get a sale - paired with a nervous grin and hands held up in defense. As he pauses to take a breath between his rambled offers, Dean hums, effectively making Sam stop short.
“Tempting offer, but I think we'll both be entertained by this, bud.”
With the hand not holding his brother's wrist captive, he starts to poke along Sam's midriff, grinning when his younger sibling flinches away from it with a strangled noise.
"Dean!"
"Mhm?" Dean hums innocently, delighting in every involuntary jerk and muffled squeak Sam gave at the light prodding.
"Cut it out." Sam hisses through tightly pressed lips, eyes crinkling with his wobbly grin as he fruitlessly tried to avoid Dean's probing fingers.
Dean almost looked offended. "Cut it out? Dude, I haven't done this to you in years. Let a big brother be nostalgic."
Then, without any warning, he quickly squeezed at Sam’s sides, causing a shrill yelp to suddenly pierce the air. Sam dissolves into fits of laughter instantly, wriggling on the carpet in his mirth from childhood instinct.
“Aaaa~nd there it is," Dean snorts, his unforgiving nails digging into Sam's side and delighting in the familiar hiccuping giggles pouring from his brother's mouth. Even after all these years, his laugh hadn't changed a bit. "Always gonna be a little brother."
Sam's legs flailed wildly, shoes scuffing the floor in a repetitive motion to not kick Dean in the back. Though it was growing tempting the longer his big brother kept scratching at his damn sides.
"Dehehehean!" He protests through tumbling laughter, pressing an arm against Dean's chest to shove him away, but he hadn't grown out of his childhood habits. His strength was being sapped by the tingling sensation plaguing his body.
Dean notices and chuckles fondly. "What? Got something you wanna say, little brother?"
"Ihihim twehehenty fohohour!"
"And yet here you are on the floor giggling like a child. Something doesn't add up here, Sammy."
While his hand journeyed to squeeze up and down Sam's ribs, causing the man to be honest-to-god squeak in laughter, Dean got a rather mean idea. He lifts his hand above Sam, wiggling his fingers, and instantly, Sam curls into himself with wide eyes. The hand pressed against Dean's chest swiped out to snatch up the older man's wrist.
"Nonononono- nohoho Dehehean!" He pleads, his bright laughter unbridled in a way Dean hadn't heard in far too long. "Nohohot thahat!"
"Aww, why not? You loved this growing up."
Sam's face burns with warmth, suddenly glad he was already flushed from laughing, because he knew Dean wouldn't let him live that reaction down. "Ihihi dihidn't!"
"Liar, liar, Wendigo on fire," Dean scoffs, prodding Sam's stomach with his free hand and smirking as the man did his best impression of a folding chair, his giggles melding with snorts. With little difficulty, he tugs his wrist from Sam's grip and returns to the wiggling motion above his little brother.
Sam's nervous giggles increased as Dean kept his hand suspended, watching with wary eyes as it seemed to circle above like a vulture. Though, with Sam's eyes locked to the overhead threat, he didn't see the second wave coming until there was a sudden flurry of feather light touches ghosting over his neck.
"W-Wahahait! Crahahahap!" Sam squeaks helplessly, shoulders rocketing to his ears to block Dean's fingers from tormenting the soft spot. It had been a favorite of Jessica's when she wanted to mess with him - a delicate kiss or soft fingernails were enough to make him fold into himself in seconds. It was something she had used against him constantly when they were dating.
"Dehean!" Sam whines, pressing his head against his shoulders alternatively when his older brother starts targeting his ears.
Dean's heart melted slightly at Sam's childish noises, his smirk slipping into a fond grin without him realising. "Did you get more ticklish since you left for Stanford?" he asks, half teasing - half genuinely curious as he sneaked a few fingers into the gaps of Sam's top ribs, dangerously close to his underarms that were ridiculously sensitive.
Sam instantly jack-knifed in reflex, an embarrassing yelp pulling from his throat as he tried to protect his infamous soft spot. "Nohot thehere, Dehehehean! Uhuncle!" He cries out, half rolling onto his side and swatting at Dean's hands that place gentle pokes up and down his ribcage. As much as he was enjoying messing around with Dean, he wasn't sure he could handle that spot being tormented.
Thankfully, Dean hears the weary notes in Sam's voice from laughing so much. He chuckles fondly and pulls his hands away from the sensitive skin, observing his little brother, who is becoming one with the floor. The younger man gulps air into his worn-out body, holding his stomach that was slightly aching from laughter.
"J-Jesus," he gasps, wiping at his eyes that had gathered moisture from mirth. "That was brutal."
"Be grateful I didn't actually go for your worst spots," Dean snickers, "think we would've got a noise complaint with your screaming."
Sam kicks Dean's shin with his signature 'resting bitch face', but the lingering smile on his lips took away the effect. "Jerk," he grumbles.
"Bitch," Dean says right back with a warm grin.
He starts to get up from his crouched position on the floor, when Sam suddenly grabs his arms and yanks him straight back down, rolling Dean onto his back smoothly with practiced form. Dean's grunt of alarm was cut off by his own high-pitched shriek as it felt like electricity bolted through his hips.
"Don't think I've forgotten about your weakness too, Dean," Sam laughed, his thumbs making quick work in reducing Dean to nothing but a ball of loud laughter.
"Y-YOHOU DIHICKHEHEAD!" Dean yells out through hearty laughter, twisting on the floor for escape, but Sam wasn't giving him an out. He'd forgotten how quickly Sam could recover from these attacks.
"Sure, I'm the dickhead for getting revenge on you when you attacked me first," Sam rolls his eyes, then shifts his thumbs to massage along the tops of Dean’s hip bones. The older man throws his head back with a screech that could raise the dead, kicking his legs out and arms desperately trying to shove Sam away.
“Christ, Dean, you're the one that's gonna get us the noise complaint if you keep that up,” Sam snickers, yet he didn’t shift from that little bundle of nerves that was making Dean shriek with laughter.
Dean couldn’t formulate a snappy comeback. Instead, he just smacked Sam wherever he could reach in retaliation. Was it a well-thought-out counterattack? No, absolutely not, but it was better than doing nothing.
The motel room was filled with Dean's bright laughter for a good while, after all Sam had a retaliation mission to complete and years' worth of revenge to cash in. Though Dean didn't make it easy for him, managing to reverse their roles a few times throughout the ordeal - knowing how to take Sam down from growing up together.
The research lay abandoned on the table for the rest of the afternoon, ignored by the brothers duking it out - curses and laughter thrown around the room. The monster of the week could wait a little while longer. The boys deserved the break.
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Tickletober Day 8: Death Spot
fandom: supernatural
word count: 1,450
pairing: dean x reader (pre-romantic)
summary: during a game of truth or dare, dean and the others learn something interesting
A/N: reminder that I will be posting two drabbles for day 8! I had gotten two character requests and couldn't choose, so I did both.
How you got grouped in with these immature idiots to play a game of truth or dare like you were at a slumber party—you’d never know.
You’d vehemently declined the offer the first time it was brought up. Charlie had asked you the second time and even tried guilt tripping you with your favorite ice cream afterwards to ‘sweet talk’ you into it, as she put it. You smiled, but still said no. You were just too busy.
Then, Sam and Cas got in on it by trying to trick you into thinking it was a group research session to try and find new cases. That obviously didn’t work and you left the room before the first Truth question could even be asked.
The group left the idea of it alone for a week or two after that, but you knew sooner or later, they’d come on their hands and knees begging you to join their stupid little game.
You just hadn’t known it would be Dean this time, striding into the kitchen where you were drinking a beer and scrolling through possible cases. He caught your eye before he spoke—he always did. It took a lot of effort to pull your attention away from something you were fixated on, but not for Dean. Never for Dean. All he had to do was enter a room or say something in that deep, bellowing voice and you were all ears.
“What is it, Dean?” You ask, trying to sound at least mildly annoyed. You sipped on your beer without making eye contact as you heard his boots clobber closer to you.
“Look, we’ve all been in a rut these past couple weeks and the group just thinks it would help if we did some dumb bonding activity together,” Dean answered in that tone of his – the one where he tried sounding put off by whatever he was talking about, but was actually very interested. It amused you how alike you two were in that sense.
“Mhm, so the truth or dare thing?” You finally swiveled to face him this time, one eyebrow raised higher than the other. Dean nodded.
“Yeah, everyone thinks it will be fun or whatever.”
You saw right past this little act of his, grinning slightly as you stared at him. “Are you really trying to act as if this wasn’t your idea in the first place? Asking Charlie, Sam, AND Cas to bribe me into playing and when I said no, you had to man up and ask me yourself?”
Dean seemed visibly embarrassed by that point. He couldn’t look you in the eyes and his hand started rubbing the back of his neck, causing you to grin wider at his demise.
“Well, when you put it like that…” Dean began saying, but you cut him off.
“I’ll play.”
His body language brightened up at your agreement, and he glanced up at you to find that you were already out of your seat to join him and the others in the living room. “Really?”
You chuckled a bit and rolled your eyes. “Yes, stupid. I’ll play since you losers have been begging me for weeks.” You pushed on his shoulder and strutted past him, smirking when he started following directly behind you. You swayed your hips a bit more than usual, praying to whatever God was out there that Dean was looking right where you wanted him to.
You and Dean met the others already seated at a table with a two bowls in the center of it filled to their respective brims with slips of paper.
“Ooh! I told you he’d be able to convince her!” Charlie boasted. “You two owe me $20.” She pointed at Sam and Castiel, who looked just as surprised as you did.
“Seriously? You bet on me?” You asked incredulously, snickering. You watched as the two of them slipped Charlie a $20 and she pocketed it quickly.
“I knew Dean would be the one to get you to join. You do almost anything he asks,” She stated bluntly. Your cheeks burned red at her comment as you snapped your head towards her.
“Charlie!” You hissed through a whisper. She shrugged and smugly grinned, scooting her chair over to make more room for you. You sat down in a hurry, hoping that Dean wouldn’t think too much of the comment.
The group began the game after Charlie explained the rules to Cas who had obviously never played and thus began learning about some truly embarrassing secrets and watching a few vulgar things.
“Alright, Y/N. Truth or Dare?” Charlie turned to you, looking expectantly. You’d chosen dare the past couple of times and had been promptly laughed at for prank calling a pizza place and doing a handstand against a wall for a minute, so you decided to take a breather this round.
“Truth,” You declared. You watched as the redhead swirled her hand through the truth bowl to mix the papers around before pulling one out and reading it.
“What is your most ticklish spot?”
Without realizing it, your eyes widened and your breathing quickened, palms suddenly sweaty. “Uh… I plead the fifth.”
“No way!” Sam spoke up. “If I had to answer a question about my worst sexual experience, then you have to answer this!”
“It is only fair,” Cas added with his grumbly voice. You whimpered slightly as you toyed with your options, knowing this could only end terribly for you.
“I’ll literally answer anything else,” You pleaded with the group, but their stern faces told you that they expected you to answer.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll be forced to figure it out myself, and I’m sure that’s the last thing you’d want, sweetheart,” Dean bellowed teasingly. If your face wasn’t fire engine red, then it definitely was now.
“Whahat?” You were taken aback, coiling into yourself as much as you could with an unwilling smile tugging at your lips. From what you could see, the majority of the table had permanent smirks plastered on their faces, and you felt the need to escape. “That’s soho not fair!”
“Then you should probably answer,” Sam said. You whined, your head falling into your hands. You felt backed into a corner and you knew you had to tell them just to get them off your back about it.
But you fell silent a little too long because Dean’s chair slid back and he rounded the table to stand behind you. “Wait! Noho, no Dean, don’t!” Your protest did nothing, because in seconds flat, his hands were on your ribs and all it took was one squeeze to shout out the answer. “NOHO! FEET! IT’S MY FEET! PLEHEASE, DON’T!”
Instead of tickling you, Dean wrapped his strong arms around you to lift you out of the chair, and once you figured out his intentions, you began fighting hard for release.
“DEAN! NO! THIS WAS NOHOT PART OF THE AGREEMENT!”
“Anyone want to lend me a hand here? We’ve got a squirmer!” Dean ignored you, calling out to the group. Of course, Charlie was the first to stand and you truly got nervous when Sam joined in too. Cas stayed seated, but mostly only because he’d rather watch this scene play out.
Dean deposited you on the ground of the bunker and Charlie was instantly on your legs, sitting on them so you couldn’t pull them away. Sam grabbed ahold of your wrists so you wouldn’t be able to hit anyone with your flailing limbs.
“Dean! I’m actually begging you! It’s so bad, I can’t take it!” You yelled at him as he slipped off your slippers, exposing your socked feet. He experimentally ran one finger up your sole and you jerked violently, almost sending Charlie flying. “AHAH! DEAN!”
“Ooh, this will be fun. Just a few seconds, I’m sure you’ll be okay,” He replied, wasting no time is flitting his fingers across your feet. You knew your feet were your most ticklish spot, but you’d forgotten just how bad it was—only made worse by not being able to move.
“SHIHIHIT! I-HI HAHAHATE YOU AHALL! N-NOHOHO!” You screeched in ticklish agony as Dean tried different methods along the bottoms of your feet. He found that scratching harshly at the balls of them made you jump and twitch, but fluttering softly right above your heel made you go limp. “CAHAN’T BREATHE! DEHEHEAN! STOHOP!”
He halted at your request, Sam and Charlie moving away from you as well. You kept giggling even after he’d stopped, but attempted to stare at him menacingly. “I’m never playing these silly games ever again.”
Though, you knew it was a lie. Like Charlie had alluded to earlier—you’d do anything he asked.
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10, 13, and 25?
10. Cuddly tickles or tickles sitting up/pinned?
mmh cuddly tkls are my fave soo those
13. Name 3 fictional lers you’d like to be wrecked by!
oof okay why is this embarrassing💀
Bucky Barnes, Dean Winchester, and Stiles Stillinski
25. If you could describe tickles as a color, what would it be?
maybe likee a soft yellow
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Dean and Sam 😁
Dean - Ler
Dean Winchester is 100% Ler and I can't imagine anything else personally. I don't think he'd seek out people to tickle or even thinks of it often, but the few times he's with a ticklish girl he definitely has his fun.
Sam - Ler-Leaning Switch
I can imagine Sam being vulnerable enough to enjoy and want tickles, though again I mainly imagine him doing the tickling. For some reason I imagine Sam really craving people to tickle, to the point where he'll find excuses for it. I imagine him convincing a girl he has to draw some sigil or a Devil's Trap on her tum just as an excuse to have a Lee 😅
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Wow! I apologize for the long wait! Life has been hella crazy, but I think its starting to level out again. I owe you all a huge thanks for being ever so patient with me💕 I hope you enjoy this Supernatural fic requested by two anons. Up next is a Dr.Strange fic for all my wonderful Marvel fans. Love you all ❤️
Original prompts here and here
Warnings: Tickle Fic, slight swearing
Words: 2678 Lee Reader/ Ler Dean Winchester
Doing Your Best
Nobody was perfect. You knew that very well. Even as a talented hunter, you made mistakes. This lifestyle was a risky business. One mistake could be fatal, not only for you but for those around you as well.
Hunting was unpredictable. Some days you got 3 hours of sleep, and other days none at all. You had to fight every human instinct to not run away from the monsters and instead kill them. Today was one of those days where you, unfortunately, had only slept for 3 hours.
You awoke to the loud sounds of thumping and faint yelling. You couldn’t tell if it was Sam or Dean. In a hurry, you jumped out of bed and gathered your hunting gear. But in your flurry, you could have sworn you grabbed the rock salt shotgun shells, but after being woken up at 3 in the morning and filled with an adrenaline rush, you accidentally grabbed the standard shotgun shells.
You and the boys were staying at a supposed haunted hotel. The owner of the place had been friends with John Winchester years before, so he knew exactly who to call in times of need.
You liked these kinds of calls because there was no beating around the bush about the reality of the situation. The owner, Paul, knew it was something supernatural and called the “professionals” as he stated on the phone.
You hated fighting monsters when the people around you were naive and clueless. Since Paul suspected some ghostly activity, he had shut down the hotel for a couple of days to help keep guests safe.
Unfortunately, he only suspected it was a ghost because two of his employees had been found hanging in the past couple of months, and was scared shitless.
Upon arrival, you and the guys split up to go over all the details of what was going on. Sam took the EMF reader and started walking the halls looking for any activity, Dean went to the morgue to look at the bodies, and you were in charge of interviewing Paul and other employees to get a better understanding of the whole situation.
Sam being a bookworm, had also done some extensive research about the hotel. Nothing crazy had popped up in his searches. Just the usual drug overdoses, a couple of suicides, and one murder. The murder piqued your interest because it turns out the murderer had killed her husband who had been abusing her for years. She finally snapped when she found out she was pregnant and suffocated him with a pillow while he was passed out drunk.
The woman was never formally charged as the court ruled the murder justified in the case of self-defense. (You were glad to hear that news).
Sam and Dean figured the ghost could be that man’s spirit looking for revenge since the two people that were killed were women. You hadn’t quite figured out the stressors yet, but knew that the more digging you did, the more likely you would find it.
After interviewing the remaining female employees, you found that most of them had experienced some paranormal activity while at work. For most, it was seeing an object fly across the room or seeing the occasional figure dissipate into thin air. Those who did see the ghostly figure said it was a male with dark hair and a beard. This matched the description of the abusive husband.
After sharing your findings with the Winchester duo, it was determined that the husband was the ghost you were looking for. Unfortunately, the man had been cremated, so instead of looking for his bones to burn, you had to find what object he had bonded to on earth still.
Sam immediately locked himself in one of the rooms and started frantically researching to see if there was any object the man was attached to.
Turns out, the hotel where the man died, had a museum in it that contained objects about the hotel's history. In this museum, there was a pocket watch that was rumored to have been owned by the abusive husband.
With this news, the three of you decided you were going to get the watch, salt and burn it, and rid the hotel of this fowl monster.
But of course, plans don’t always happen the way we want them to.
The plan was to get the watch first thing in the morning. There was no reason to stay up later than you already were, so Dean decided you would meet in the breakfast hall at 7:00 am.
That’s why you were completely shocked to be woken up at 3:00 am. You gathered your things and rushed to the location of the noise.
The ghost was upset with your plans to burn his watch and had attacked Dean when he had left the hotel's bar.
You ran down the staircase to see Dean get thrown into a nearby wall. With a groan, he made eye contact with you and yelled
“Hurry up and shoot the damn thing!”
With shaking arms, you raised up the shotgun and fired at the ghost. You watched as it went straight through the ghost and into the table behind it.
“What the F-“
You started to say as you pulled the remaining bullets from your sweatshirt pocket. That’s when you realized the huge mistake you made.
These were not rock salt shells.
These were real shotgun pellets.
Your eyes widened in panic as you realized you had no iron or salt on you.
But before the ghost could attack Dean again, you watched as Sam came out from the hallway and slashed the ghost with an iron fire poker. Instantly, the ghost disappeared into thin air.
You stood frozen as your brain tried to understand all that had just happened. But you were soon interrupted by Dean angrily grumbling to himself.
“I guess I’ll just go burn the freaking watch by myself. Who knew I had to do all the work around here”
You were about to apologize, but Sam gave you a look like meant “Not right now”.
Dean turned and looked right at you. You knew he was angry because his forehead vein was protruding and his face was red. With his voice laced with anger and disappointment, he yelled at you.
“There’s no excuse for your stupidity. Mistakes in the hunting business almost always lead to death. I can’t believe how careless you were. I taught you better”.
Feeling defeated, you watched as Dean picked up his duffel bag and ran to the museum to get rid of the watch.
Sam came over and gave you a reassuring pat on the back.
“Don’t sweat it Y/n. We all make mistakes. It’s hard to tell the difference between the two shells in the dark.”
You shrugged and looked towards the ground.
“Dean won’t see it that way. I screwed up, and now Dean is angry with me. I’m such a failure”.
You felt your eyes start to water, but you quickly blinked back the tears.
Sam rolled his eyes.
“Dean is Dean. It takes him a lot longer to cool off, especially when he gets thrown into a wall. He’s also probably hungover, so keep that in mind. I’m gonna go see if Dean needs help.”
You nodded and were left to your thoughts.
This was the first time you had fallen victim to Dean’s anger. Of course, you had witnessed Dean yelling at Sam or Bobby before, but this was different. You were the one feeling the wrath. It was no secret that sometimes Dean had a very short fuse. Especially when he was hungry, tired, or frustrated. In this case, he was also hungover.
When Dean fell into the pit of frustration or anger, he usually would spit insults at whoever was closest and then later feel terrible for the things he said. This you had witnessed dozens of times.
You knew the things Dean said to you were the result of a long frustrating hunt, but it still hurt you nonetheless.
Feeling downright awful, you scurried back to your hotel room and packed up your things. This was going to be a long trip back to the bunker.
****
The car ride was just as tense as you imagined. Dean hardly glanced at you for the whole 8 hours you were in the car together. Sam tried his best to ease the tension, but eventually, he gave up when Dean cranked up his music instead of responding.
You could sense Dean was still slightly irritated with the whole situation, but his anger was no longer directed at you. Dean had a way of hiding his feelings, especially those of guilt. You knew deep down, that he felt bad for snapping at one of his best friends, but it was gonna take a while for him to admit it.
Upon returning to the bunker, the three of you unloaded your bags and weapons. Sam offered you a beer as he also handed one to Dean as he collapsed onto the worn-out sofa. You politely declined, said goodnight, and headed to your room to clear your head a little bit.
Sam gave you a nod.
“Great work today Y/n. Have a good night”
You gave him a slight smile and wandered down the dimly lit hallway to your room.
Sam watched you head back to your room and as soon as you were gone from view, he turned to look at his older brother.
“Dude. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Dean sipped his beer before turning to look at Sam.
“Nothing. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Sam rolled his eyes.
“Dean, we all make mistakes. Stop giving Y/n the cold shoulder. You know she’s an excellent hunter.”
Dean didn’t respond but instead placed his beer bottle back on the coffee table.
Sam let out a huge sigh.
“You can be a real prick sometimes you know.”
Sam stood without another word and went to his bedroom for the night.
Dean watched Sam leave and soon he was stuck with only himself in the living room.
He hated to admit it, but Sam was 100% right. He was feeling very guilty about how he had snapped at you.
So, Dean quickly swallowed his pride and went to your bedroom to apologize.
You were reading a book when you heard a knock at the door. You figured it was Sam. Usually, after hunts, Sam would run to the store and buy ice cream for you guys.
“Just a sec!” You said as you finished the page you were on.
You quickly hopped from the bed and opened the door.
“You didn’t have to buy more ice cre—“
You paused when you saw that it was Dean in front of the door, not Sam.
“Mind if I come in for a sec?” Dean grumbled out.
You nodded and moved aside, gesturing for him to enter.
You both went and sat on the bed in silence.
“Dean, if this is about earlier, it’s okay I understand and I’m sor—“
Dean quickly put his hand up to stop you mid-sentence.
“No! I should be the one apologizing. You always do a fantastic job hunting, and I’m sorry for only recognizing your failures. We are all human, and I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Can you forgive me?”
You felt your jaw start to drop in awe, but you quickly stopped it. This was the first time Dean had actually meant an apology. You quickly composed yourself as Dean was waiting on an answer.
“Of course, I forgive you, Dean! I promise I won’t be upset forever.”
Dean chuckled. You could sense his mood was lifting now that he got that apology off his chest. Dean stood from your bed.
“Good. I’m glad you won’t be sad forever”.
Feeling cheeky, you sassed him a little.
“I said not forever Dean, but I think I might be a little sad tonight though.”
Dean paused just as he put his hand on the doorknob.
“Don’t make me tickle you, Y/N”
With these words, Dean slowly pivoted on his heels and turned to face you. You immediately turned bright red and your eyes widened.
“I was just kidding! I’m completely happy now, so there’s no need.” You bartered.
Dean’s smile only grew. Your fate was sealed and you knew it.
“Well I’m not so sure about that. I guess I’ll just have to make sure you are happy”.
You yelped when Dean lunged at you. Quickly, you rolled to the side of your bed as Dean missed your flailing body by inches. You were about to dash out the door when a hand latched around your forearm.
Dean easily pulled you back to him and wrestled you onto the bed, belly down as he sat on your upper thighs.
Giggling already, you tried to talk your way out.
“ De-Dean you donahaht have to do this! I’m happy I swear!”
Dean just clicked his tongue at you.
“Wow. I never realized I was best friends with a liar. Now I feel even more obligated to make sure you are okay. But I’ll be merciful, a couple of tickles around your hips should be perfect”.
Hearing this, you frantically tried to escape with no luck. Your hips were by far your worst spot, and Dean knew that.
Not able to move much in the position you were in, you resorted to hitting Dean with your hands. This didn’t last long because Dean easily grabbed them and placed them under his knees, ensuring you were now stuck.
You felt Dean place his calloused fingertips on each hip. You jolted the moment you felt pressure, even though he hadn’t done anything yet.
Dean then ever so lightly started prodding up and down your sides. You immediately caved and started giggling crazily. Dean would tease your worst spot but pinching and poking right up to it, but then backing away before making contact.
The teasing was horrible, and already your face was red.
Without stopping the teasing path of his fingers, Dean made it worse by verbally teasing you as well.
“I hear those giggles, but I don’t know. Sounds like you may still be sad. Looks like I need to up the ante.”
Without further ado, Dean went for the kill. His nimble fingers made quick work of exploiting the sensitive skin surrounding your hips and waist.
With each ticklish shockwave, you screeched out in pure mirth and did everything you could to break free.
Dean was enjoying every second of his friendly torture as your laughter went from shrieking to deep belly laughter in just a few moments.
You shook your head back and forth to try and fight the sensations that captured your body. You hadn’t laughed like this in a long time, and it felt nice to laugh freely with your best friend.
Sensing you were at your wit's end, Dean gave you a couple more ticklish pinches right on your hipbones, before hopping off of you and rolling you over.
Your face was beyond red, and your smile was plastered to your face. You weakly punched Dean in the arm as you collected yourself.
“I must say, you look extremely happy now baby girl. Did I go overboard?”
You shook your head no.
“No Dean. That’s exactly what I needed. Thanks for being a good friend.”
Dean chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead.
A couple of moments later, there was a knock on your door.
“It open!” You announced.
The door opened seconds later to Sam holding a huge bowl of ice cream.
“I thought I would bring you some ice cream to lift your spirits, but it looks like someone beat me to it”.
The three of you laughed together as you all sat on your bed eating ice cream.
None of you were perfect, but this was as close to perfect of a family you could ever ask for.
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