I am a ninja. A ninja wearing plaid pajama pants, an Avengers t-shirt and a TARDIS hat, that is......

Nevertheless, I am a ninja, and you better believe it. My current 'target' was a six-foot-one, plaid shirt-wearing sassball whom I've been waiting to get revenge on for stealing the last slice of pie. Why so worked up over a piece of pie, you ask? Well, first of all, it's not just a piece of pie. It was the last-huge, I might add-piece of a chocolate pie with whipped cream on top, and Dean had stolen it from me. I'd even called dibs-and in my world, at least, dibs is sacred law. But that sneaky, dirty-rotten, no good, overly sassy hunter had taken the last piece. In the middle of the night. And he hadn't even had the decency to put the empty dish away-I'd gotten up at six in the morning, before anyone in the bunker was awake, and skipped gleefully down to the kitchen, ready to enjoy my treat, only to find an empty dish.

When I'd questioned Dean about it, he'd denied everything, but I knew he was the culprit. Sam hated pie; so that took him off of the list of possible culprits. She knew how much I loved my pie-which is why I also deduced that it wasn't her either. Anyway, she and Sam were at the library all night digging through stuffy books and newspapers, so truly, Dean was the only other possible villain.

Smirking maliciously, I watched as he sauntered unsuspectingly past the stairs, completely unbeknownst to my presence above him.

"CRISTOOOOO!" I hollered, taking a flying leap off the railing and onto his poor, poor, back.

As my arms gripped his shoulders, he jumped about a foot, and let out a scream that was a bit too high pitched for a grown man.

"Ha!" I crowed triumphantly, still not getting off his back "You jumped! You jumped! You're a demon, Dean, HA!"
Satisfied, I slid off his back, leaving him hunched over, rubbing his arm.

"Jeezus, y/n...what the hell......." He turned around, glaring daggers at me.
"Revenge!" I gloated, watching with satisfaction as he got gradually more pissed. "Revenge most sweet and cruel!"

"For what?" He asked, still looking extremely ticked off. "What the hell did I d-"
"Oh, you know darn well what you did, Dean Winchester!" I hollered, getting even more riled up than I had been. "Thou hast stolen the last piece of pie, and thou hast paid dearly for it. Need I say more?"

At the mention of the pie, the traitorous beast grinned mischievously. "That I did-and man, was it worth it; all that chocolate, and-"

I cut him off again by drawing myself up to my full height of five-foot-eight, and throwing myself at Dean, forcing him to the ground. Sitting on his chest, I grabbed the
cloth of his shirt, pulling his face up to mine.

"Apologize." I growled, shaking him a little. At this point, I didn't care about the pie anymore-I just wanted revenge for his treachery. My, don't I sound medieval today.......
"Make me." He spat back with gritted teeth, but I could see a faint smile behind his glare.

"With pleasure." I retorted, and pushed my knees into his chest. Unfortunately, his abs were so rock-hard that it probably hurt me more than him. Before I could strategically change my position, and free my aching kneecaps, he took me by surprise and flipped me over, so that he was on top of me.
"Who's sorry now?" He gloated, holding me in a headlock. I grabbed at his arm, trying to detach him from my neck, but the muscular limb covered in plaid remained tightly circled around my windpipe.
"So......" I gasped, between breaths. "Are we....even....now?"
Dean smirked, and but released me.
"Oh, hell no. So you'd better watch your back, l/n. Cause I am out to get you."
And with that, he swaggered out to the kitchen, probably to steal my mug of Moriar Tea.

* * * *
A week passed, and I managed to get away unscathed-so far, at least. I'd taken to peeking around every corner I turned, and carrying a Nerf gun with me everywhere. Which did draw some strange looks, come to think of it. But surprisingly, Dean hadn't attacked yet-but never say never.

Anyway, on Saturday afternoon, I finally summed up the courage to step out of the bunker for some fresh air, and *ahem* pie. Blueberry pie, to be exact. F/n had convinced me I couldn't stay holed up in my room holding a kid's play gun and a bowl of Doritos for the rest of my life, and, much to my chagrin, I had to agree. So at approximately 2 in the afternoon, I snuck out of my room, grabbed my wallet, and sped downtown in my beige Prius.

I spent almost three hours at the cafe downtown, the one with the obnoxiously cheery name, something about having a good day or something. I got through four slices of their blueberry pie, which almost made up for the loss of my chocolatey dessert a week ago. I'm surprised I didn't get kicked out before I did; I sat slouched over in the corner booth for three hours until finally an excessively perky waitress with a nametag reading "Allie!!!!" (yes, with the exclamation points....), who said nicely but firmly that they closed at six, and I had to "leave please, miss."

I still didn't want to go home, seeing as I'd been there 24/7 for the past seven days; so instead, I meandered down to the local bookstore, and wasted another hour in there, finally picking up a new copy of The Goblet of Fire. All my other books had been destroyed in the fire that ruined f/n and I's old apartment six months ago. I was slowly restocking my book collection, making a mess in my room in the bunker, and in the process, driving Dean insane. (Which, I'll admit, was 25% of why I was doing it...)

Sighing, I walked out of Bernie's Books carrying a heavy bag, and made my way back to my car. As I drove back to the bunker, I felt rejuvenated, and ready to take on whatever Dean would throw at me. Which hopefully wouldn't leave a scar.......

All the lights in the bunker were off as I put my keys in the lock, so I figured that everyone was asleep-even Sam, who seemed to run on endless energy. I fact, I don't think I've ever seen him sleep for more than three hours at once!

Tiptoeing into the kitchen, I raided the fridge for leftovers and grabbed a slice of meatball pizza that was who knows how old. Munching on my snack, I crept up the stairs, careful not to wake the sleeping beasts that slumbered upstairs. Dean especially-waking him was always a leap of faith, and a risk of a broken nose.

I peered into his room to make sure he was asleep, but instead, to my horror, I saw Dean's lifeless body lying on the floor next to his bed, blood pooling around his head.

"Dean!" I cried out, running to him, all previous thoughts of pranking fleeing my head. Upon reaching him, I rolled him over, revealing his bloody face. A long cut marred the better half of his cheek, and a small river of red liquid trickled out of the corner of his mouth.

"No no no no no, Dean, c'mon, wake up!" I begged, tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes. I couldn't lose him-not my best friend-not my Dean.

"Please, Dean-please don't do this-i can't lose you. I-I love you, Dean."

There. I said it. The words that had never been more than a passing idea in my head every so often, now suddenly seemed-right. Just right. Maybe I did love him-but it wouldn't matter if he indeed was gone already.

Pressing my head against his beaten chest, I faintly heard the comforting thumping of his heart-at least he was still alive. Hope returned to me, and I calmed down-a little. But I knew I had to get Dean help as soon as possible. I had no idea who-or what-had did this, and I couldn't risk a curious ambulance crew member wondering who he'd been mauled by-explaining to someone that your friend is a hunter of the supernatural and was most likely attacked by a vengeful spirit is no easy task.

"Ok, Dean." I said softly, even though I knew he couldn't hear my words.

"I'm going to save you, no matter what it takes. Ach, if only Carrie or Sam were here, they'd just pull out some book and spout complete directions on how to resuscitate someone..." I trailed off, to stop myself from nervous rambling until Dean actually died.

"I'll be right back, Dean. Don't-do anything stupid, ok?"

My God, I couldn't stop, could I? I was going to actually kill him if I didn't do something soon.

I stood from my kneeling position beside him, and turned to go, only to feel something latch onto my ankle, jerking me backwards onto the floor. Groaning, I looked up anxiously, only to see Dean, alive and well, propped up on his elbows beside me and grinning like a fool. My first instinct, against my will, was to hug him; however, I restrained myself, and attempted to punch him, but before I could, he had flipped me over once again, pinning my arms to the ground, rendering me helpless.
"Gotcha!" He crowed, still smiling, but now his grin looked more like the smirk I was used to.
"Dean! C'mon, man, that wasn't funny......ok, maybe it was pretty good, but still....I thought you were dead! I almost gave you mouth to mouth!"
"You did, huh? Well then, maybe I should have stayed dead a little longer, huh?"
I wrestled against his grasp again, but he held firm.
"But, however, I did stay 'unconscious' long enough to discover some rather interesting things......"

His smirk grew larger and sassier, and I suddenly had a frightening realization-he'd heard everything I'd said when I thought he was unconscious-like, everything.

"Er....um.....yeah....?"

"You love me?" Dean asked, in a surprisingly serious tone. His face softened, and I felt his grip on my wrists soften; however, I didn't try to pull away.

"Um......well, ha ha, you see, I kind of Mmph!"

I was cut off by Dean's lips pressed roughly against mine. This time I didn't even try and resist-I immediately responded, snaking my arms around his neck. It felt right-kissing Dean, that is. I hadn't really ever thought about it until now. I guess he'd always seemed like just another one of my friends; who, just happened to be insanely attractive. All of my friends have shipped it since college, when f/n and I had met the Winchesters. I'd refused to acknowledge any chemistry between us besides that of good friends and sarcastic soulmates, but they'd never given up.

Now, thinking about it, I almost laughed.

But my train of thought was halted as Dean deepened the kiss, making it more passionate. His hands left my wrists, and traveled down my sides, caressing me softly.

"Hey, y/n are you o-kaaaaaay." F/n appeared in the doorway, hair mussed up and in her pajamas. Her tired look quickly changed to a devious smirk as Dean and I quickly pulled away, a little breathless. Brushing myself off nonchalantly, I replied as casually as I could.
"Heck yeah, I'm good. Just, ya know-"
"Snogging." Finished Dean, grinning. At this, F/n's face lit up, and I braced myself for squealing.

*Post Squealing*

"AHHHHHH!!!! I knew it I knew it I knew it I KNEW IT!!!!!!" My brown-haired friend shrieked, practically hitting her head on the ceiling with excitement.
"Ha, (Your ship name with Dean) is real! IT IS REAL!!!! And you can't deny it now, so HA!"

Finally, after she'd calmed down, (a little), f/n decided she needed to go get some ice cream and left, skippng with delight. Still a little embarrassed, I started to get up, but Dean stopped me, dragging me back down to sit.
"Want to pick up where we left off?" He said, smirking once again.
Grinning right back, I replied, "Did you have to ask?"

THE END