Imagine being in the bunker when Ketch and the British Men of Letters invade the bunker.

A/n - based on season 12 episode 18.

Word Count: 1075

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"Hey, Y/n, we got an email from Mick," Dean calls out to you.

Raising an eyebrow, you make your way to your brothers. You look at them in expectation, "So, what's it say?"

"Says there's a possible hunt in Tomahawk, Wisconsin. He wants us to check it out." Sam replies, looking up.

You sigh, not really feeling like hunting right now. Turning on your puppy dog eyes, you look to Dean, "Can I sit this one out? I need a break."

Dean looks to Sam, "I don't know..."

"C'mon, Dean, this bunker is literally the safest place for her anyways."

You knew Sam would take your side on this, which causes you to smirk in victory.

Dean frowns, "Fine, on one condition."

You nod vigorously, "Anything."

"You have to do all your homework, and no slacking off on the workout routine." He crosses his arms, trying to look imposing.

Even though you're homeschooling, and you're in Grade 12, Dean still takes it upon himself to order you to do your homework. Chuckling, you quickly hug him, "Sure thing, big bro."

Sam stands up and hugs you tightly, "If anything happens, call us or pray for Cas."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." You smile at his concern, "You said it yourself, this place is safe."

He grins, "True, but still. Can't be too careful."

"Same goes for you two. I don't wanna have to resurrect you two anytime soon, so don't go dying."

They roll their eyes, "Don't worry about us. We'll call you when we get there."

You nod and get a snack while they pack. They come back with their bags and head up the stairs. You follow them out to the Impala and give them each a hug before saying goodbye.

"Don't forget to eat your vegetables," Sam instructs while Dean scoffs. Sam casts his brother a glare, "Don't listen to Dean, you need to eat healthy food."

"I know," you roll your eyes. "Now get going. I'll see ya later."

They say goodbye again before driving off. Observing their departure, you smile as soon as they're out of sight.

Snatching your Bluetooth speaker, you start your favourite playlist and turn the music up loud. You love being home alone because it gives you time to focus on yourself. You dance to the kitchen and grab your favourite snacks and a can of pop.

The music resounds throughout the bunker, but then you decide to just soak up the silence. Silence is something you don't really get a lot, so you want to enjoy it.

You turn off the music and draw a hot bubble bath. The intoxicating scent of the bubble bath fills the bathroom, and you get some candles and light them. Then, you strip and hop into the hot water, instantly relaxing.

You left the door open, but that's fine since there's no one else here. Chewing your snack happily, you splash the water around a bit and smile.

The hot water enveloping your skin is heavenly and leaves you feeling refreshed and tired. After a while, you grin and hop out, dry off, and head into your bedroom.

Once there, you snuggle underneath the blankets on your bed. Completely comfortable, you close your eyes and drift off into sleep.

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Ketch stares at his phone screen, just outside of the bunker, waiting for a response from the Winchesters. His phone chimes and he reads the text quickly.

"It's clear. Onward," he commands as his colleagues open the doors and they walk in.

As they set up, Ketch instructs them, "Now, remember your orders. By the time we leave, Dr Hess wants to know everything about our friends, the Winchesters. Their allies, their habits. How does Sam get his hair so shiny? How many ratty flannels does Dean have? So work quick, work quiet, and leave no trace. Oh, and apparently Mick let Sam and Dean get their hands on the bloody Colt. Find it."

Satisfied, he begins his own investigation. Having run into the Winchesters many times, he is interested to see what he can find in their place of residence.

He comes upon the first room and cautiously looks in. Soft snores resound from the bed, where an unidentifiable lump presumably sleeps. Ketch steps forward silently, eyes roaming over the posters on the walls.

You lay on the bed, fast asleep, not aware of the intrusion. He recognizes you immediately.

Ketch wouldn't admit it, but he's taken a liking to you. You may not seem like much to most, he's seen you in action against all kinds of monsters. And, even though you are strikingly dangerous, you still manage to be kind and caring towards people.

You've run into him a few times, and you actually respect and admire him. He's brave, handsome, and an awesome fighter. You'd like to get to know him better.

He walks around your room, casually observing your living space. You roll onto your side, still asleep. He stiffens at your movement but then relaxes.

He realizes that he can't just leave you here, so he comes to stand by your side.

"Y/n, wake up," he says, waiting for you to open your eyes. Instead, you just grumble a bit and turn away from him. He chuckles a bit, "Y/n, please."

You flip over and bury your head in your pillow, "Go away, Sammy."

"I'm not Sammy."

At this statement, your eyes fly open, all thoughts of sleep dissipated. You jolt upright and scramble off the bed in a defensive stance.

Recognizing him, you curse mentally and try to think about where the nearest weapon is, "Ketch, what are you doing here?"

"I'm not really supposed to say," he smiles.

Glaring at him in confusion, you slowly back up to the door, "Why are you in my room?!"

He shrugs and you turn around and bolt. Running out to the main area, you're shocked to find a bunch of people scattered around. Stunned, you try to focus on getting a weapon, especially since there are so many people. You'd never be able to defeat them without a gun.

Panicking, you lunge for the nearest hidden gun. But before your hands can grasp it, something rams into your head from the behind.

Your vision goes black.

Ketch stands above you, holding his gun in his hand. He puts it away and then crouches down. Sighing, he lifts you effortlessly, "I didn't want to do that."