It's been almost a week since you found any supernatural cases, to the point where it was tedious to stand in the bunker, looking for any sign of any demon, ghost, vampire or any other supernatural creature.

You personally found the bunker to be a real mess. So while Sam went out shopping, Dean was drinking a beer, sitting with his legs on the map table, completely bored and lost in thought.

That's when you came up with a complete cleaning equipment. Broom, mop, squeegee, cloths, products, sponges, gloves and even a duster.

You stopped in front of him. "Enough with procrastination, let's eliminate the real monster in this bunker, this damn filth." You then placed everything on the floor as you clapped your hands together, brushing off the dust.

Dean immediately raised his eyebrows, processing what you just said. Then he laughed. "It's a joke, right?"

You then gave him a look of certainty and firmness.

He then lowered his hand, keeping his thoughts to himself. "Damn, woman." - he then stood up.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow, watching you putting on the gloves. “It’s going to be a real pain in the ass.” he murmurs to himself. He then crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking at you getting everything ready, still completely amused at the fact that you decided that instead of hunting demons or ghosts, you would spend your time here, cleaning the entire bunker of top to bottom.

He couldn’t help but smile. “Do you even know where to start?” he says sarcastically and playfully.