Pulling up to the bunker, Dean, Sam and you were amazed by what you saw inside.

Inside was a huge area that seemed strictly abandoned, but the light fixtures and water seemed to work just fine, so no one was really complaining.

But who was excited most of all? Dean. He finally got his own bedroom where he can show off his most trusty weapons on the wall and even put a picture of him and Mary Winchester underneath the lamp on his bedside table.

He was so excited it was the most precious thing in the world.

Now that Abbadon was taken care of, it was only a matter of time for another random case to pop up, and the boys were just relaxing. It felt nice, honestly.

Sitting in the dining area, your feet propped up on a chair and a magazine in your hands, you couldn’t help but hear the slight rustling coming from the kitchen area.

That can’t be good.

Well of course, to your surprise it was actually fantastic.

Dean came in holding three plates, a big ‘ol grin on his lips. He set each plate down with barely contained excitement.

“What—..” Sam cleared his throat, looking down at the homemade burger in front of him. “What’s this?”

“It’s a burger. I’m nesting— whatever!” Dean grumbled, sitting down. “Just eat the damn burger.”

Hes so adorable.