Supernatural Oneshots English -CLOSED-

"It means comfort."

"You can take your shoes off if you want.", he offered you and you just shook your head. It's been 10 years since you slept in a warm bed with covers wraped around your body and your heavy shoes kicked off. You were always ready to fight. Always ready to run. Ten damn years.
You still were in shock after what you've seen today. You knew some bad things were out there, some horrible things.
After your family got killed you kind of became a hunter.

Not on purpose though. You were just looking for the monsters who murdered your family. You were looking for revenge. You worked your way through the supernatural world always searching for information and clues. You didn't hesitate to kill some vampires, shifters or other monsters searching for the real killers. But everything was worth finding those murderers.

"Nah. I'm good.", you answered sitting down on the couch like you were in a trance. Of course you made some enemies down that path and that's how you met the Winchesters. You began all alone to hunt. You thought it was a lead to your parents death but it was a trap. It was just another case for them but not for you.

A shiver ran down your back remembering the hunt. The smirk on their faces when you cut their heads off. It wouldn't let you go. They enjoyed seeing you suffer.

"Dean can give you some clothes to sleep if you want. I bet that they'll be more comfortable than your blood soaked clothes. I'd give you some but I think they'll be too large. But if you don't mind that..."

"I'm fine.", you cut him off and kept staring at the wall. They offered you to stay and calm down for the night and you agreed.

***

They welcomed you in their bunker after that night because you told them why you were on a hunt in the first place. They wanted to help you to find those sons of bitches and it was really kind of them. But you had this hole in your chest and it wouldn't stop aching.

It's been seven months since you moved in and you kind of grew close to them. You still had your issues but it felt good to have some you could talk to anytime.

You were out on a job in cheap suits and you searched your pocket for your badge.

"Hello Ma'm. I'm Agent Foley. These are my partners Agent Ford and Hasting. We're here about the murder that happened last night. May we come in?", you introduced yourselfs and gave her a formal smile.

"Yeah. Of course. But I have to ask you to take your shoes of. Mark never let someone  in with shoes.", she said and you could feel that she was about to cry. Mark was her dead husband. But you couldn't do that. While Sam and Dean agreed immidiatly you hold them back by stretching your arm infront of them.

"Sorry Ma'm but we can't. It's forbidden in our job. We have to be ready to run always. That's our job.", you explained with a apologizing smile. First she was confused but then she let you in.
"What is it with her and her shoes. I don't get it.", you heard Dean mumble to Sam and he just shruged.

***

Your obsession with your shoes being on became really akward one night.
You were alone in the bunker because Sam left to help Charlie with a job and you were sitting at the table doing some research on your job.

"Hey there. What's up?", Dean came into the room and you kept reading.

"Research.", you answered quickly and kept going.

"Y/N I know how important this is for you but you need to live a little. Like eat something. Sleep. Have a little fun sometimes."

This made you look up and you could see him grinning but he stopped as soon as he saw what you thought about his idea.
You stood up slowly and put your hands in your pocket.