Falling for a Hunter (Female Reader x Dean Winchester)

Chapter 3: The First Night of Many

Any and all material taken from Supernatural used in this chapter is adapted for entertainment purposes and is not intended for monetization

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For anyone familiar with the typical state of Bobby's house, stepping inside now would be akin to entering an alternate reality. The transformation was nothing short of miraculous, a laborious effort that had consumed you, Sam, and occasionally even Bobby himself for a full five days. The metamorphosis extended beyond mere tidying up; it was a comprehensive overhaul that left no nook or cranny untouched.

As you glance around, a sense of disbelief might grip those accustomed to the usual chaos. The musty aroma that once clung to the air had been replaced with the freshness of recently cleaned spaces. The reassuring safety of Bobby's home still lingered, but now it resonated in an environment of immaculate order. Every surface, previously obscured by layers of dust and clutter, now gleamed under the influence of thorough scrubbing and diligent care.

In a surprising twist, even the living room had undergone a makeover, adorned with a fresh coat of paint that revitalized the space. The walls, once witnesses to the comings and goings of countless hunters, now exuded a renewed vibrancy. It was as if the house itself had shed its worn exterior, revealing an unexpected charm beneath.

"What the hell?" Dean says, stopping himself on the welcome mat as he enters the house. He immediately took off his shoes and refused to touch anything until his hands were clean from the grime left behind by the Impala. "It looks fucking amazing in here."

"Thanks," you yawn, your face hidden in the crook of your elbow as your arm rests on the kitchen table. You've never felt this exhausted in your life. It seems like hunting a Wendigo would be easier than the strenuous task Sam and you undertook to renovate this house.

"Bobby, if you make this place a mess again, I swear to god," Sam threatens, taking a large swig of his beer as he sits in the chair next to you.

"Yeah, yeah," Bobby shakes off Sam's comments, getting a little tired of being judged for his lack of cleanliness. "You know, if Y/N wasn't gone all the time, I bet this place would stay lookin' like this."

"Not your maid," you mumble through your sleeve, your head growing fuzzy from exhaustion as it rests on your arm.

"What's for dinner? I'm fucking starving," Dean asks, opening the fridge to find leftover pie and several cartons of beer.

"Dean!" Sam scoffs as he watches Dean un-organize the fridge. "You said you were going to pick us up something today."

"Did I?" Dean asks, shutting the fridge door behind him as he looks at the three hungry people staring back at him. "Right... I must have forgot."

"Seriously?" Sam sneers, his eyes narrowing on his older brother as Dean shrugs.

"Well, I guess I'll be having sleep for dinner," you yawn, rising from the table and sluggishly walking out of the kitchen.

"I'll put on some soup," Bobby grumbles as you nearly trip going up the stairs from your heavy footsteps.

As you shut the door behind you, the muffled sounds of deep voices waft up from below. Dean's voice carries a hint of frustration, complaining about the need for more protein than just soup. Sam retorts sharply, "Well, maybe you should have grabbed dinner like you said you would!" A wry half-chuckle escapes your lips, a silent acknowledgment of the familiar banter between the Winchester brothers. Your eyes finally shut, and the comforting symphony of their bickering, reminiscent of the days when they were young boys, lulls you into the gentle embrace of the initial stages of sleep. The ambient squabble, a peculiar lullaby, weaves a sense of home and security, blending seamlessly with the memories of countless nights spent under the same roof.