#usually his moustache is bigger than this but this was only a little doodle

[bogusbyron]

I love drawing moustachioed CB not only because it is accurate to michael staniforth's portrayal (and i love him dearly!) but also because it changes him fundamentally. The kind of evil youd find hanging around your local car MOT service.

[massivelycreepypineapple]

Retribution

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean is giving the reader the silent treatment. The reader resorts to drastic measures to get him to talk.

Words: 1062 ish

A/N: This is probably absolute shit, so I’m sorry bout that. But I had this idea and wanted to see where it goes. Feedback is always appreciated!

“Dean pleaaaseeee” Begged Y/N. “I’m sorry! How many times do I have to apologise?”

Dean was in the library researching and giving Y/N the silent treatment. It had been going on for two days now and it was driving her crazy. She felt so bad as it is, but to give her the silent treatment was making it worse.

It wasn’t her fault really. Well fine, she was the one driving Baby when it crashed. But in her defence she was hungry and exhausted. The hunt they were on really took a toll on them. The vamp nest was bigger than usual but Y/N was the one who got hurt. She hadn’t eaten or slept well in days and all she could think about throughout was a bigass burger with fries. So she “borrowed” Baby when Dean and Sam were asleep.

But turns out, driving when you are sleep deprived and hungry is not the right decision, who would’ve thought? Y/N nodded off at the wheel and crashed into a lamppost. When she came back with a largely dented car, all hell broke loose and here she was back at the bunker, with Dean not talking to her.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I know Baby means so much to you. But she’s fixed now and-“

Dean got up abruptly and walked out the room leaving Y/N speechless. She sighed and sat down in his chair and rested her head on the table. She then got an idea. She had had enough of this bullshit and decided to get him to talk.

Couple of hours later she heard Dean come back and head towards their room. She gave him sometime before grabbing some markers and slipping into the room. Lucky for her the bastard clearly had a few too many (who dafuq drinks so much in the afternoon!) and was sprawled out on the bed fast asleep. Now she could get to work in peace.

She walked out the room looking completely smug. Right at that time Sam came back from a supply run and bumped into her in the hallway.

“Hiya Sammy!” She grinned at him, making him suspicious immediately.

“What did you do, L/N?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh nothing really.”

“You look happy. Is Dean talking to you again?” He asked with hope in eyes. This whole ordeal was quite troublesome for him. He wanted it to end badly.

“Oh no” Y/N laughed. “He’s a stubborn little shit. But he will soon. I guarantee it!” She smiled at Sam.

Sam sighed and shook his head in exasperation and made his way to his room.

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An hour later Y/N was busy in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for dinner. When suddenly she heard Dean -

“Y/NNNNNN! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

She smiled to herself, finally he was talking to her. It didn’t matter that she was getting yelled at, all she wanted was for him to talk to her again.

Dean stormed into the kitchen with a murderous look on his face. Oh if looks could kill.

“Why would you do this!?” He said with gritted teeth. She had drawn circles around his eyes, a moustache and a beard. The tip of his nose was coloured too. The cherry on top was the word “Baby” written on his forehead.

With every ounce of self control, Y/N managed to pull off an innocent look despite wanting to laugh so hard.

“What did I do, Dean? You look the same to me.” She said, Choking at the end but covering it up quickly.

That’s when Sam came running into the kitchen after hearing the commotion. “What the fu-“ He stopped midway as he saw Dean. He stared at him for a good 5 seconds before he burst out laughing. Y/N’s behaviour finally made sense now.

“Shut the fuck up, Sam!!”

“Oh my god! I can’t breathe!” Said Sam.

“Y/N, God! You’re such a child!” He glared at her.

“Oh I’m the child?! You wouldn’t talk to me for 2 days! And you call me the child! Real classy, Winchester!” She replied folding her arms and with a glare that could rival his.

“And you thought drawing on me was the way to go???”

Y/N simply shrugged at that.

“You crashed Baby! I just repaired her and you just went and stole her and crashed her! And not to mention, you could’ve died, Y/N!”

“Oh jee! You care about me now?! You have a funny way of showing that!”

“Of course I fucking care about you! Why do you think I was so angry? I Ignored you caz I was scared. You were already hurt because of that stupid vampire! He almost killed you and then you get in a damn car crash!”

“I’m sorry, okay! I didn’t mean to worry you. I know I made an error in judgment. And I needed you to talk to me again even if it just led to you yelling. So I drew on your face.”

Dean sighed and closed his eyes. He rubbed his face, “God, Y/N. You used permanent marker. I can’t show my face to anyone!”

“Nooo!” Said Sam, with barely controlled glee. “You did not!”

Y/N gave them both a sheepish look. “In my defence, I didn’t realise it was permanent until it was too late.”

“And you wrote ‘Baby’ on his forehead!”

“Well… He was mad I crashed his car, so I wrote Baby on his head caz I was mad that he cared about her more than me.” Mumbled Y/N.

Dean’s eyes softened at that. He wrapped his arms around her waist and said, “I could never care about my car more than you, Y/N. You’re one of the most important people in my life. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I’m sorry I drew on you.”

He went to kiss her, but she pulled back “Sorry babe, I can’t take you seriously looking like that.” She smirked. “You’re a walking doodle”

Sam snorted, “No one can.”, he then took a picture of him with his phone and walked out, but not before getting flipped off by Dean.

“Help me get it off” He whined, making her giggle.  

“Only if you promise to not give me the silent treatment ever again.”

“I promise!”