Man's Best Friend

G'night baby

Dean Winchester slowly opened his eyes to the dark bedroom in the bunker and smiled. This was the best sleep he'd had in a while. They had recently finished a case and he actually gotten a full eight hours of sleep. He smiled to himself, feeling awake an refreshed. Dean then sat up and stretched before abandoning his bed and heading to the bunker kitchen, still clad in his plaid pajama pants and his worn AC/DC t-shirt.

On his way to the kitchen, he spotted his brother, Sam, and his profit, Kevin, at the dining room table making friendly conversation. When Sam noticed he had entered the room, he smiled at him and spoke.

"Hey there sleeping beauty," Sam chuckled, "how'd you sleep?"

"I'm glad you asked," Dean smiled, pulling out the chair across from Sam, "it's the best sleep I've had since ... well ever." He laughed at himself as Sam smiled and Kevin shook his head.

"These beds are surprisingly comfortable," Kevin agreed. Sam nodded, agreeing as well. Dean laughed.

"I'm going to make myself some food, you guys want anything?" Dean asked

"Could you make me a breakfast sandwich?" Sam asked sweetly, to which Dean nodded in reply.

"Just toast with Nutella for me," Kevin answered.

"Kay," Dean mumbled standing from his seat and heading toward the kitchen once again.

Once he arrived, he began searching through the refrigerator, then the cabinets, only to find they were completely out of breakfast foods.

"Well son of a bitch," he mumbled, "I wanted pie anyway." He grabbed his keys and his wallet, not bothering to go back and change. Pulling on his boots, he headed back to the dining room, alerting the other woken men. "I'm headed to the grocery store, we're all out of breakfast stuff."

"Okay, uh, grab some milk while you're there too, we're all out," Sam replied. Dean just hummed in response before making his way to the garage attached to the bunker.

"Good morning Baby!" he exclaimed toward the shiny black 1967 Chevy impala parked in the center of the garage. He ran his hand over the smooth hood as he headed to open the garage doors. Then he unlocked Baby before stepping inside and closing the driver's side door behind him. Once inside, he put key in the ignition and smiled as he heard the engine roar to life.

He shifted gears, pulling out of the garage, then drove to the grocery store, all the while listening to his favorite classic rock songs. When he got to the store, he headed straight for the door, ignoring the odd looks he got from passing strangers. So what he was still in his PJ's? Since when was being comfortable a crime?

Dean then walked inside and headed quickly through the isles collecting all of his groceries before heading to a check out counter. Seeing as it was only around 9A.M. there were very few people in the store, which meant Dean did not have wait in line to pay.

The lady behind the counter began to ring up his things and Dean, trying to avoid being creepy, tried to find something to occupy his eyes. When he looked down he saw the side view of our first president glinting up at him from at his feet. He bent over to pick up the shiny shiny quarter and was about to study it when the lady behind the counter spoke.

"That'll be 38.50," she squawked in an oddly high pitched, monotonous voice. Dean quickly reached into his pocket exchanging his new treasure for his wallet, pulling out one of his many credit cards and handing it to the lady. She finished the payment before handing the card back to Dean. "Have a nice day," she said, giving Dean a fake smile. He then collected his bags and headed out to the parking lot toward his car.

He opened the door to the backseat, setting down all of the bags before closing the door and walking around to the driver's side and getting in. Once inside, he once again swapped out his wallet for his quarter, then set the coin down on the seat next to him.

"For you," he told his beloved car, as though the coin was a gift for her. He once again started the ignition, then headed back to the bunker, pulling
the impala into the garage. He got out and headed toward the back seat to collect the food. "Oh baby I wish you were a human, partially because you could help me bring in these god damn groceries," he mumbled to the car. after loading all of the bags in to his arms he carried them inside the bunker.

"Thanks for the help guys," he began sarcastically, "really appreciate it." Dean finished, interrupting the now five people's conversation.

"How were supposed to know you needed help?" Amariya retorted accusingly.

"Well good morning to you too bitch," dean mumbled.

"Ooh you went to the store!" Miia squealed. "What'd ya get me?" She asked sweetly.

"Nothing! I got food for EVERYONE. now move so I can go put it away," he answered, lightly pushing her out of the way.

"Oh c'mon Dee, don't be a dick," Charlie joked.

"Oh shut up," Dean replied. He continued into the kitchen and put away all of the groceries before grabbing the pie and a fork for himself and returning to the kitchen. The man pulled out a chair and began eating his pie. Only then did the other 5 residents notice his presence.

"Ooh pie," Amariya commented. Dean's head then lifted, shooting the young girl a deadly glare. She just rose her hands in defense before tuning and walking away

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Dean stepped out of the warm shower into the cold atmosphere. It was now 11:30, and after spending the day at the bar and almost getting his ass kicked in pool... Twice, he was ready for another good night sleep.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to his bedroom. Once there, he found and dressed in an old Styx t-shirt and a pair of blue plaid pajama pants.

The older Winchester man then settled into his comfortable bed, readying himself for sleep to take over. But, little did this man know, that just a mere 30 minutes later, while everyone was asleep, a strange magic occurred. Now, the bunker was no longer occupied by 6 human beings, but 7. Though, this was no ordinary human being. And, because of this mysterious being, tomorrow would no longer be just an ordinary day.
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A/N
Hey beauties!!
So, I just wanted to add a little note to clarify some things. Okay, so obviously Charlie and Kevin are both still alive, and are both living in the bunker. Miia (pronounced me-ya) is a made up character that is not from the show and she is based off of my sister. Amariya (pronounced uh-mah-ri-uh) is also a character I made up, based off of me. Neither of these characters are going to be very important, they are just comedic relief. So, yeah. I might be adding a little authors notes every once and a while just to give bit of extra info. Feel free to comment any thoughts. I really love the feed back and I don't bite! I promise!
Okay that's all!
Chao bellas!!!