You hadn't been hunting long; A couple years, three at the most. You met the boys back near the end of your first year right when you were starting to get the hang of things. You had saved them from a siren and they repaid you with dinner, ever the gentlemen. The second time you ran into them, you were hunting a djinn and you're still not entirely sure what happened. The last thing you remember, you were waking up in the back seat of the impala while Dean drove her down a dirt road. That was the first night you spent in the bunker.
It slowly became a home for you after that. You hunted with the boys off and on, staying there after each hunt. Eventually you ended up living there with them, hunting together with Sam and Dean and occasionally Cas - when he decided to pop in. It was like having a family. And that was where you sat now, sitting in the living room, a cup of tea on the coffee table beside you and your laptop in your lap.
"Hey (Y/N)!" Dean called from the kitchen.
"Ya, Dean?" You closed your laptop halfway to look up at Dean to see him frantically searching for something in every cupboard and drawer possible.
"What did you do with the sugar?"
"I put it back in the cupboard, like I always do!" You went back to your laptop and your "research."
Now, living with the boys was great, you loved them to pieces but to say you had never thought about either of them romantically would be a massive lie. However, nothing had ever come of it so you let it go -mostly- and pursued other things; which is what you were looking at now. Your trusty old bullet just wasn't doing it anymore and God knows fingers just aren't worth the hassle of trying to get the angles right. No, it was time for a new vibrator. You had been searching for days and were pretty sure you had just found the perfect one. Not too big, not too intimidating, 7 speeds, 4 patterns and it even came in blue.
"I can't find it." Dean's voice came from right behind you.
"Ah! Oh my God Dean, don't do that!" You slammed your laptop closed praying he hadn't seen anything and he chuckled.
"How's the 'research' going?" He air quoted, clearly having seen what you were looking at.
"Fine." You got up from your spot on the couch and walked into the kitchen, straight toward the cupboard where the sugar was kept and coincidentally where you had put it back about twenty minutes ago. You reached up, having to lean into the counter on your tippy toes and just about had it when you felt something big and warm lean against your back. Dean was right behind you, pressed up against you and grabbing the sugar before you could get it for him.
"Thanks, Sweetheart. Let me know if you need any help with your research!" His face was pulled into a wide grin and you could tell he was trying not to laugh.
You squirmed your way out from under him and walked down the hall to your room.
"I'd be happy to help!" He called after you. You could hear the mocking smirk in his voice.
"Fuck you, Dean!" You yelled back.
"That's the idea!"
You weren't sure if he was kidding or not. Sometimes you couldn't quite tell with him. Having now been embarrassed and not wanting to be around him for the next century, you decided to go for a walk. You grabbed your coat and combat boots, making sure the demon knife was strapped to the side (just in case) and headed for the door.
"I'm going out!" You called into the bunker. You couldn't see anyone but now they couldn't say you didn't tell them you were leaving.
Shutting the door behind you, you headed out into the woods to find the path you and Sam had made, leading to your favourite spot. You would go there to read or to think or sometimes just to get away from everyone. There was a boulder that you and Sam had stumbled across on a walk one day that overlooked a small creek flowing through the woods and when you sat there, it just felt like the world was at piece. Like nothing could ever hurt you and nothing was ever wrong.
There were little mushrooms on either side of the creek that reminded you of the old fairy stories your grandma used to tell you as a kid. You wondered what she would think if you could tell her they were real. You missed her sometimes. She was part of the reason you started hunting. A ghoul had come into your life and taken her from you, along with your dad. You'd lost your mom long before that. She left one day when you were little. Nobody ever told you why.
It didn't feel like you had been out there for very long when you heard something trudging through the bush toward you. You instinctively flew off the rock so that it was between you and the noise, simultaneously pulling out your knife.
"Y/N, are you out here?"
Realization dawned. Putting the knife away, you came out from behind the rock. It was your moose.
"I'm over here, Sam." You sat back on the rock and he came to sit beside you.
"What's up?" He looked concerned for some reason.
"Nothing, just felt like sitting out here. I like it here, you know that." It was mostly the truth, which he was able to read in your eyes, so he pushed the question.
"What did Dean do now?"
It was a fair question. He was always doing something to tease you or make you feel... things. In fact, he was largely the reason you were doing "research" in the first place.
"Nothing I can't handle myself. Don't worry about it Sammy." You said it with a smile because you knew how you were going to handle it. Dean had no idea what he had started.
"Fair enough!" He said with a smile "I'm ordering a pizza, what do you want on it? The usual or do we want to be adventurous?"
"Adventurous! Obviously!"
"Alright, well let's go have an adventure then!" The two of you climbed down from the rock and walked back to the bunker.
"You know, looking at the bunker from here, it always reminded me of a hobbit hole." You both laughed as you made your way inside to find Cas and Dean playing cards.
"You boys ready for pizza?" You tugged your jacket off and hung it on the railing by the door.
"Does this mean we get to meet the pizza man?" Cas looked questioningly at you before Dean interjected.
"Nope! No. No pizza man, Cas. I'll go pick it up when it's ready."
You chuckled and walked down the stairs, past the boys but before you made it into the kitchen, you paused and bent down by Dean's ear saying just loudly enough for him and Cas to hear, "Oh Sweetheart, doesn't that make you the pizza man?"
Dean turned all shades of pink while Cas just looked at him like he grew a second head. You patted Dean's cheek before heading to the kitchen to order the pizzas.
You want to play like that, Dean? Well two can play at this game.