The golden glow of the late afternoon streamed into the bunker, casting soft beams across the concrete floor. Y/n sat at the kitchen table in a hoodie and socks, scrolling on her phone. Dean walked in, carrying two mugs of coffee. With his classic crooked smile, he set one down in front of her.

"Well, look at that—room service," Y/n teased, picking up the mug and blowing on the steam.

"Room service, nothing. This is chef’s special," Dean shot back,dropping into a chair beside her. He took a sip of his coffee, letting out an overly dramatic sigh.

"Let me guess," Y/n grinned, eyeing him. "You dumped a pound of sugar in it, didn’t you?"

Dean raised a finger like he was making a profound point. "I call it 'perfectly sweetened'."

She laughed, shaking her head. "You're gonna be a health statistic one day."

"Please," he scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "I hunt monsters for a living. If sugar's what takes me out, that’s just fate."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, sipping coffee, until Y/n glanced at him with a sly grin.

"Hey, Dean, if I turned into a monster, would you hunt me?"

Dean choked on his coffee, coughing. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just curious," she shrugged, eyes full of mischief. "Where do I rank on your list of priorities?"

Dean tilted his head, pretending to think. "Depends. You a ‘people-eater’ or a ‘candy-stealer’?"

"Definitely candy-stealer," she said proudly.

Dean barked out a laugh. "In that case, I’d let you go. But only 'cause I’d be stealing candy with you."

"Bonnie and Clyde of Halloween," Y/n grinned, raising her mug for a toast.

Dean clinked his mug against hers, still smiling, but his eyes softened as he glanced at her. "For real, though… if you did turn, I wouldn’t hunt you." His gaze flickered to the side. "Just wouldn’t."

Y/n blinked, surprised, then smiled. "Good. 'Cause if I turn, you’re the first person I’m kidnapping."

"Long as there’s coffee," Dean muttered, leaning into her hand as she playfully ruffled his hair.