Dean and Sam entered the bunker after a long day of hunting, their clothes and hair heavy with the scent of blood and sweat. As they made their way through the hallway, a distinct odor hit their nostrils.

"What's that smell?" Sam wrinkled his nose in confusion.

Dean's eyes darted towards you, sitting casually on the couch with a joint in hand. He smirked at your relaxed demeanor, knowing exactly where the smell was coming from. Sam, on the other hand, was completely clueless.

You took a drag of the joint before blowing out a cloud of smoke, "Oh, that? Just a little something to take the edge off."

Sam's eyes widened in realization as he looked back and forth between you and Dean. "You let her smoke pot?!" he exclaimed in disbelief.

Dean shrugged nonchalantly, "Hey, she's a grown woman. She can make her own choices."

You chuckled, taking another drag before passing the joint to Dean. "Besides, it helps me relax after a tough hunt. And it's not like I'm doing it around you guys all the time."

Sam shook his head in disbelief, still processing the revelation. "I can't believe I didn't know about this."

Dean took a drag of the joint before exhaling slowly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, now you do. And I gotta say, she's a lot more fun when she's high."

You rolled your eyes at Dean's comment, playfully swatting his arm. Despite Sam's initial shock, he couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. It was just another day in the lives of the Winchester brothers and their unconventional family dynamic.

As you all settled in for the night, the scent of pot lingering in the air, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the understanding and acceptance of your two favorite hunters. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you had Dean and Sam by your side.