With a content sigh [Y/N] steps into the tiled bathroom and makes her way towards one of the six shower stalls lining the right wall, with a dull thump she drops the towels and clothes on to the floor outside of the stall. Happily she pushes back the clear plastic shower curtain before making her way towards the shower knobs, in a hurried twist she turns on the hot water full blast while making a mental note to adjust it before cleansing herself.
[Y/N] then sets herself to work on removing the blood soiled, sweat stained and shredded material that was once her standard issued police uniform. She kicks off her boots, then proceeds to unbuckle the belt holding her pants up and quickly makes short work of the button and zipper, shimming out of the black pants she starts working on the blouse. After a few seconds of fumbling with the first two buttons she becomes fed up with it and grabs the opening on either side and yanks it apart sending buttons skittering across the floor and bouncing off nearby walls.
An aggravated huff slips past her chapped lips as she yanks the material off her shoulders and tosses it in some random direction. [Y/N] starts to unhook her bra, but waivers for a moment glancing down at her left side where a scar or a gaping wound should be, instead she finds the normal smooth pale skin that has always been there. With a small shake of her head she unhooks her bra and drops it onto the pile of clean items sitting a few feet away, toeing out of her socks and underwear she steps into the shower stall and closes the curtain. The spatter of scalding hot water on her bare feet sparks her interest and she reaches around to the best of her abilities and turns on the cold water which evens out the hot and soon makes it a bearable temperature which she soon hungrily takes advantage of by forcing herself under the forceful stream.
Very slowly she drags her fingers through her dry hair detangling any tangles she comes across simply savoring the warm water and clean feeling. After what seems like forever she finally shuts the water off and wrings her hair out and pushes the plastic curtain back and begins fumbling around for the towels lying on the floor. In a flash she dries off and yanks on some of the borrowed clothes while laughing to herself about how much they hang off of her small frame. Stepping out she gathers up her socks and the towels and drops them into the dirty clothes basket sitting off to the side of the sinks before wadding up her old clothes and tossing them into the trash can a few feet away.
"Won't be needing a uniform like that for a long while." [Y/N] mumbles to herself as she picks up her boots and begins her trek to the kitchen where the boys are supposedly cooking up something edible. As soon as she hits the hallway the smell of fried chicken cooking smacks her instantly causing her stomach to rumble loudly and her mouth to water like crazy. Padding quickly down the hall she hops down the stairs and tosses her boots off in the general direction of the sofas before making a hard left down a hall that leads to the kitchen.
[Y/N] rounds the corner only to hear Dean spouting nonsense while standing at the off-white stove, "Man, what's taking her so damn long it's not like she's getting all dressed up for some big thing."
"For your information Squirrel-did I get that right- I was enjoying the hot water that the bunker offers." [Y/N] states as she waltzes into the kitchen tossing a quick glance at Sam to confirm the nickname to which he only laughs and goes back to nursing his beer.
In response Dean clucks his tongue and goes back to working on the chicken frying away in the pan as she takes a seat next to Castiel who is preoccupied with something or other. She tiredly runs her hands over her face before looking at Sam who's obviously watching her closely, a small smile settles on his face as one graces her features.
"Thanks for the clothes by the way," [Y/N] says softly breaking the air around the table.
Clearing his throat he spins the bottle in his hands before replying, "Oh yeah, you're welcome it was no trouble really."
She nods softly as Dean suddenly appears at the table with two plates loaded with fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, seasoned baked potatoes and two cold brewskis. He plants one of the plates in front of her and one at the empty spot at the table before returning to the stove where he pulls out some baked chicken from the oven, [Y/N] shoots a questioning look at Sam knowing full well that was his doing. Dean soon returns with Sam's plate that's loaded with the same items with one exception, he sits the plate down and soon takes a seat.
"God how I've missed this," [Y/N] states as she looks between the boys, "the food, the bunker and you guys. Home sweet home."
"Damn straight." Dean says firmly as he catches her eyes.
"Dido." Sam says causing her to tare her eyes from Dean's to look at him. They share a knowing smile before digging into the food sitting before them, each returning for seconds after finishing off their first plates. Time skitters by and not too long after supper [Y/N] bids farewell and makes her way back up the stairs and towards her old bedroom, pushing the door open she flicks on the light to find it the same way she'd left it a few months previously.
Happily she closes the door behind her, shuts the light off and shuffles towards the bed where she pulls the covers back and drops face first into a pillow and quickly falls asleep.