Search History (Dean x Reader)
"Dean!" You hollered through the bunker, stomping down the steps. "Get your ass in here now!" Dean cautiously exited his room, looking at you from the hall.
"Uh, Y-Y/N, what's wrong?" He asked, smiling nervously. You held up his laptop, a murderous look in your eyes. Dean looked like a deer in headlights, swallowing thickly.
"Come here, I'd like to be face to face when I talk to you." You said, plastering on a threatening smile. Dean slowly walked forward, until he was right in front of you. Sam had emerged from his own bedroom, as well, and was now stifling a laugh, leaning against the doorway. "So," you continued, and you saw perspiration collecting along Dean's brow. "I was on the laptop, and it died, so when I charged it again, the website I had been researching on was closed. I figured it would just be quicker to find it again in the search history." Dean's eyes widened, panic setting in his eyes. "But guess what else I found?" Dean stayed quiet, gulping again. You lifted the lid