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Bacon. That’s the first thing you identified as you were slowly pulled from your dream world. You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes vigorously, trying to remember what you had been dreaming about. It had involved Dean. Or Sam. You weren’t really sure. All you knew was that it was romantic, and you loved it.
Now, you have had a crush on both the younger and older Winchester for quite sometime now, but you kept it under wraps. How weird would that be? “Hey we’ve been hunting together for a while and we’ve been friends since forever oh and also i’m in love with both of you!”
Yea. No. It’s not like either brother returned your feelings, either. Sure you were pretty, but you doubted that either brother harbored any hidden feelings for you. Shaking those thoughts from your head, you got up and ran a hand through your hair. Grabbing some slightly revealing, but very comfortable, shorts, you threw them on and adjusted your tank top and hair in the mirror before making your way to the kitchen.
When you turned the corner, you were met with a sight that was very unusual for a tuesday morning in the bunker. Dean was standing in front of the stove in pajama pants and an apron that said “kiss the cook” across the chest. He was making bacon, eggs, and pancakes. He smiled at you when you entered, pulling a plate from a cupboard.
“The usual?” he asked, and you nodded, sitting down at the table. He began to fill your plate with a single pancake, a large scoop of scrambled eggs, and a few pieces of bacon. “Hey!” you said, picking up a piece of bacon, “I got jipped. This is not enough bacon.” He laughed, his eyes crinkling in that adorably handsome way, and put more bacon on your plate. He handed it back to you then began to make his own, when the big metal door of the bunker suddenly swung open. Standing in the doorway was a very sweaty and out-of-breath Sam.
“Have a nice jog?” You asked, eating a piece of bacon. He had taken to jogging in the morning when he had free time.
“I did, thank you,” he said, swiping a piece of bacon from your plate and scrambling over to join Dean before you could stop him. You rolled your eyes at his childishness, before returning to your breakfast. Dean and Sam soon joined you, both sitting across from you.
“What are we doing today?” you asked around a mouthful of eggs. Dean chuckled slightly.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“One of you guys always has something planned when we have free time. Plus, we’ve been sitting around for like a week. I’m bored” you replied. Sam looked up at you and nodded in agreeance. Dean shrugged.
Later, you and Sam were both hunched over laptops, scanning the screen for any possible cases.
“Hey y/n?” he said, after almost half an hour of silence.
“Hm?” you said, looking up from your laptop, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
“What’s your favorite movie series?” he asked.
“Out of the blue much?” you said with a slight laugh, “but I guess it would have to be [whatever your favorite movie series is].” He nodded and went back to looking at his laptop, typing quickly. You stared at him in confusion and affection. The look he had on had on his face when he was researching was adorable. You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts and went back to reading.
After you and Sam had researched for a few hours and came up with nothing, you decided to retreat back to your room. You sat down and put headphones in your laptop and played an album from your favorite band. You were browsing the internet when you heard a voice calling your name.
“Y/N!” Dean yelled, “Y/N come here!” You quickly stopped the song that was playing and shut the lid of your laptop, taking your headphones out and making your way to the living room. When you turned the corner, you saw something that shocked you for the second time that day. Dean was standing there in a nice suit, it was certainly nicer than his cheap fed suits, holding a flower.
“You wanted something to do, so i’m giving you something,” he said, holding out the flower to you. You took it, eyeing him up. He looked nice.
“Go change into a nice dress,” he said, winking. You smiled and nodded, turning to head back to your room, still clutching the flower. As you passed Sam’s room in the hallway, he appeared for the second time that day. You caught a glimpse of a very large mound of blankets and pillows behind the door before he closed it quickly, looking to you.
“You said you were bored, so I set up something” he said, smiling widely.
“Sam, I-” you started but he interrupted you.
“Go put on something comfy and come back,” he said, shoving you towards your door.
Back in the confines of your room, you set down the flower, looking to your closet.
You had a stunning, red dress hanging there, and next to it, a set of your favorite fluffy pajamas. Who were you going to go with? You liked both men, but after a few minutes of pondering, you choose which outfit to wear.
You go with…