After a very long, and successful weeklong hunt, the three of you, finally made it back to the bunker. After getting washed up and in more comfortable attire that didn’t smell like guts and have pieces of shapeshifter flesh left on them, Dean had made himself scarce after being in the mood to watch “Time to Slice and Dice 2.” He invited you both, which you both declined, claiming your lives were enough of a horror movie as is.

Sam had eventually decided to take on cooking duties for the night, a rare treat, and decided on burgers, already knowing Dean would never turn down the chance at a homemade meal he didn’t have to cook. Preparing the food he had asked how you wanted your burger cooked before asking you to get Dean’s ever-changing preference. You strolled out the kitchen of the bunker and made your way to Dean’s room. You usually knocked before entering each other's rooms if the door was closed, but with a lack of a sock on the door handle, you hadn’t thought twice about it. After all he was just watching his favorite movie.

“Dean, Sammy is making burgers and wants to know how you-” As you pushed the door open, there was Dean, sprawled across the bed, in full glory, completely lost in his hand. Your heart raced as you froze in shock, the current inquiry dying on your lips. Dean's eyes widened in horror as he realized he’d been caught, his face flushing a deep crimson. The embarrassment washed over him like a wave, and he quickly attempted to cover himself, the awkwardness hanging in the air thick enough to cut. Unfortunately for him, he had kicked the blankets out of reach after mentally complaining it was too hot to do under the covers.

For a moment, you locked eyes, both unsure of how to navigate the situation. Dean couldn't help but break the silence with his trademark humor. An awkward smile crept onto his face as he locked eyes with you, a teasing glint in his gaze as a small “heh” left his lips. “So, uh, wanna join?”