It was close, but the Impala had made it all the way back to the Bunker. There had been times you didn't think she would, times that Dean had to pull over and mess with her engine, but she sputtered and groaned into the Bunker's garage, late into the night.

You climbed out of the backseat, trying to stiffle a yawn, wanting nothing more than to collapse into your bed and sleep for the next day or so. Dean had climbed out, a big smile on his face, proud of his Baby. You watched, half asleep, as he patted her gently on her hood. "Good job Baby." He said, as you and Sam both started for the hallway.

You were halfway undressed, your eyes partly closed, when Dean made it to your shared room. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around your bared midriff. You leaned back, your head nestling in that small space between his shoulder and his neck. He leaned down, resting his head against your shoulder. "Man it's good to be home." He said softly.

"Yes it is." You agreed as his lips started traveling up and down your neck. "But Dean, I'm exhausted."

His lips pausing, he whispered against your skin. "Let's get you into bed." Pulling away from you, he grabbed your shirt that was stuck right below your bra, helping pull it up and over your head. You stood there, letting him help you undress. Soon you were wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts. He grabbed your hand, pulling you over to the bed. You let him pull the sheet back, before sliding underneath. He quickly stripped out of his clothes, leaving just his boxer briefs on before he climbed in behind you. Pulling you close to him, the two of you snuggled, falling asleep instantly.

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The next couple of days were spent the same way. Waking up in Dean's arms, sometimes not leaving the privacy of your room until late morning. Then it was a quick breakfast , before Dean went and worked on the Impala. The Bunker's garage was well stocked with tools and equipment, making Dean very happy.

You split your time between watching and helping Dean in the garage, or working with Sam in the library. Sam was still looking for any clues as to Amara's whereabouts, and you tried to help him as much as possible. So far you hadn't found anything, and it was beginning to frustrate you.

Right now you were in the kitchen, covered in flour as you tried to make dinner. You had never really had the chance to cook much, but since the three of you were stuck in the Bunker, you wanted to try your hand at it. You were also planning on surprising Dean with a pie. Double checking with the cookbook, you placed the meatloaf into the antique oven. You had potatoes cooking on the stove, and a salad in the fridge. You were peeling the apples, the pie almost ready to go in the oven as well.

The radio softly playing next to you, you didn't hear Dean come in, but you did feel his arms wrap tightly around your waist as he snuggled his nose into your neck. "Mmm, you smell good." He said, his words muffled against your skin.

"Dean, I'm trying to bake you a pie." You tried arguing, and it worked. He stepped back, a twinkle in his eye.

"A pie?" He asked, and you nodded.

He leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "Have I told you I love you?"

"Not today." You teased just as Sam came walking into the kitchen, his laptop in his hands.

"So guys, I think I found us a case." He started, and Dean groaned.

"Can't we relax a couple more days?" He argued.

Sam sat down at the table, ignoring the flour dusting it, he read off the story. "It's at the Lizzie Borden house." He explained, and your eyes grew wide.

"Seriously?" You asked him, and he nodded, happy that someone was as interested as he was.

"Yeah, can you imagine doing a case in her house? Who knows, maybe it's even her." He said excitedly.

"Wow you two are weird." Dean said before sticking his finger into the bowl of pie filling.

"When do we leave?" You asked, moving over and slapping Dean's hand out of the bowl. You poured the batter into the prepared pie crust, placing it in the oven and away from Dean's roving hands.

He looked at you, using the puppy dog eye trick he had used from Sam. Falling for it, you handed him the bowl, letting him swipe his finger in it.

As Dean and Sam talked about the case, you pulled dinner out, getting everything dished. Handing one to each, you sat down next to Dean.

"So, I say we wait until the morning to leave. It should only take 5 or 6 hours to get there, and that would get us plenty of time to scope the place out before dark.

Just then the timer went off for the pie, and you stood to go get it, but Dean placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. "I'll get it."

You watched as he reverently pulled the pie out, almost drooling at the smell and sight before him. Instead of staying put, you stood up, grabbing ice cream from the freezer.

You dished each person a generous slice, including one for yourself. You almost choked on it when Sean closed his eyes and let out a groan. "Man, this is amazing." He said, and you beamed.

"Hurry up guys. Its late and we need to pack." You warned them, but Dean stood up and scooped out another piece for himself. You shook your head, watching him,and he took a forkful, shoving it in your mouth.

"Dean! I've already had a piece!" You argued, and he just smiled at you.

"Y/N, I know you did. But this is amazing. And in our type of life we need to relish the good things as much as we can. The love of a woman, the amazing pie she can bake." He said, surprising you.

You were still sitting there shocked, when he got up, and began doing the dishes. You turned to look Sam's way, just to see him as flabbergasted as you.