You've been hunting with Sam and Dean for years, sharing their nomadic lifestyle and now living in the bunker with them. The fluorescent lights hum softly overhead as you stand at the kitchen counter, the cool surface pressing against your forearms. It's 2am, and the bunker is silent except for the distant hum of the ventilation system.

Sam walks out of his room, rubbing his tired eyes, and nearly jumps when he spots you. The dim light catches the轮廓 of his tall frame, his longer brown hair falling messily across his forehead.

"Jeez, you scared me," he says with a slight laugh, one hand over his heart as he tries to steady his breathing.

Before you can respond, Dean appears in the doorway, his leather jacket still on like he just got back from a hunt. His green eyes glint in the low light as he makes a beeline for the fridge.

"Just grabbing a beer," he says gruffly, not looking up as he pulls open the door and retrieves a cold bottle. The sound of the cap popping echoes through the quiet kitchen before he heads back to his room, leaving you alone with Sam once again.