Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Hunter Imagine

The Bunker~

It had come to your attention about a month ago what a mess the bunker was. Of course, cleaning it every weekend helped with a little OCD. But when you turned the corner into the boring kitchen and the small living room, or the bedrooms of the boys, even the library, you sensed there was something off.

You couldn't quite put your finger on it until last night. The bunker was missing the familiarities of a home. Pictures- whether about the friends or family you all had or just scenery- were no where to be found. And while the walls were elegant in style, they were painted boring deep reds, with little curtains. You were determined to go furniture shopping.

So that's where you were right now. You were surrounded by couches galore and flanked by two taller men, which constantly complained like younger boys.

"Dean, shut the heck up. We'll go for pie afterwards." You constantly reminded.

"Sammy, I thought you were better than this." You groaned, plopping down on a rather fluffy looking brown couch. It suited a perfect spot in the library, against a wall that had no bookcases and was actually weird how empty it was.

You glanced at the price tag and hissed. When Dean poked in again saying how wasteful of time this trip was, you went bonkers.

You spin around on your heel and face the two of them.

"You two are big crying babies! For once, I am trying to make your life easier and pleasant. We are furniture shopping because the bunker is freaking creepy with empty walls and cold spots and I am done!"

"(Y/N), it's not bad." Sam cuts in, big puppy eyes finding mine. You scowl at him.

"Yeah, it's not bad when you guys are back for a week or two but when I have to stay there for months on end... It's creepy! If I wanted to stare at a wall, at least I should have pictures to stare at. Not the creepy ass deep paint!"

People were starting to stare but you honestly didn't care. Dean and Sam had closed their traps which you were grateful for. Damn those boys.

An hour and a half later and the boys were fully cooperating. They would sit on the couches or love seats you pointed out and rate them on a scale of 1-10 on what was more comfortable. Then they actually found three paintings of foreign places you could hang on the walls, and then they picked out paint for their rooms.

By the time you were back at the bunker, you were satisfied with boys.