Prank Wars // Dean x Reader x Gabriel [3]

You had to admit, the Internet was entertaining.

For about three hours you'd been practically glued to your chair-of course, you had snacks to keep your stomach full-and YouTube was your suitor, showing you everything from "15 Weirdest Bugs on Earth" to Halloween pranks.

Behind you sat Dean, twidling his thumbs while bored watching random cable T.V. shows. Cartoon sound effects rang in your ears, but you were too busy watching your computer screen than to yell at Dean to turn it down. The video you were watching stopped and you eagerly clicked on another.

At this point the hunter was anything but happy. "Can we please do something?" he asked-more like begged-and you didn't respond.

Again, he shot away. "(y/n),"

One more time. "(y/n),"

Sighing in frustration he rolled his eyes. Getting up from his seat on the couch he walked up to you, waving a hand in front of your eyes, snapping his fingers, doing literally everything to get your attention. But you brushed it off and instead with a wave of your hand told him off.

Finally, Dean decided he had enough and slammed your laptop shut, making you make a whining noise and look up to him pleadingly.

"Just one more video," you said, trying to negotiate, "And I swear that's it. We'll go to the movies, whatever, just let me-"

He cut you off. "No, we won't. And you're not going on that thing anymore, you're getting like Sam-I have an idea of what I wanna do."

Nodding, you listened.

Dean took your laptop-for a moment you wondered what he was going to do with it-and then opened it up himself.

-x-

The door to your house creaked open slowly, and a head peeked out-it was Gabriel. He called out your name, tossing the extra set of keys you gave him on your couch. No one answered and no sounds were heard.

For a fleeting moment he thought about leaving, coming back later and asking where you were. But he decided he wasn't going to back out, even if a worst case scenario had happened at your house-involving you-and you just happened to be possessed by Lucifer. Gabriel pushed aside that bad imagination, then turning on your living room lights to get a better vision of the area. No signs of any type of being were left, and everything was well-kept and organized, which seemed way too out-of-the-norm for you-and so Gabriel really did think you were possessed by Lucifer, even if it was just for a minute or two, before climbing up your stairs and going to check your room.

There was the possibility you were indecent, or maybe doing something else, and didn't respond to Gabriel's call, so the archangel left to go check your restroom first.

The tiny bathroom was emptier than ever. There was only your toilet, sink, and bathtub, no person, no sounds, no anything signaling human life-that was one thing Gabriel noticed was getting repetitive-and he left. Perhaps maybe he should've gone to the guest room.

Again there was no one there. What a surprise, Gabriel thought to himself.

Your hallway looked longer as Gabriel stared across it from the guest room. Time to go and check the only room left, he decided.

-x-

Under your bed, things were getting squished-Dean's two legs were almost hitting you in the gut every second, and your arms were put on your chest, making them push into your body and almost suffocating you. Dean looked the most uncomfortable, though-he was currently in a fetal position, back arched blatantly and arms crossed.

You whispered to him. "When do you think he'll come over here?"

Dean shrugged, and even though you couldn't see him very well you could tell he was annoyed. "Probably now-since the casanova's footsteps sound like Bigfoot stomping,"

He was true, in a way.

Your door swung open. Tension swirled around in the air and Gabriel walked around the room. You were sweating, now, mostly of fear of getting smited by the angel. You never knew what could happen, pulling pranks on Heaven's workers like this.

Gabriel didn't take long to look around. He walked back to the door, taking another quick double-take, before reaching for the door and-

"BOO!" You and Dean screamed, throwing your arms in the air and quite frankly looking like fools. On your face was a threatening mask, with big, bulging red eyes and deformed, chopped up skin. Dean had on the classic "Scream" mask, with the mouth open wide, and seemingly melting face. He was carrying a plastic scythe.

Gabriel shrieked, falling back onto the floor, hitting the ground hard. You and Dean walked up to him menacingly, but not before he got up frighteningly and made a run for the front door-he even screamed while running.

Both you and Dean laughed, you doubling over and clutching your stomach while Dean hit things with his hand in a fist like people sometimes do. After the laughter died down, you got up, motioning Dean to come with you.

When you got downstairs the door was left wide open-Gabriel. Dean sighed, smiling like a maniac.

You put both hands on your hips. "We really scared him off. Do you think he's gonna come back?"

"Of course he is," Dean replied, taking his mask off."

"Why?"

"Because I'd like to think he's gonna woop both of our asses."