#desktop has changed so much since I was last making elaborate posts lol idk what I'm doing anymore

[nelliesfics]

October in The Bunker (Dean Winchester x reader)

WARNINGS: none, this is pure, unadulterated, spooky-themed fluff. no pronouns used for reader. written with self-indulgent, romantic intent, but can be read as platonic. 400 words. A/N: hii friends! this is my first ever fanfic/one-shot and I'm really nervous about posting it lol. I've always said that I would never write fics because I feel like I have no idea how humans interact (lmao), but I need a creative outlet and I'm currently trapped in my bed with an injury, so I figured this was the perfect time to give it a shot. prompt is from this list!

"Oh, honey! I'm home!" you beamed, entering the bunker with arms full of bags. "I thought you just went out for bread," Dean responded, brows furrowed. You carefully placed the bags on the table in the center of the room, a huge grin sprawling across your face. "I did, but I may have gotten a bit sidetracked," you said as you pulled a purple Jack-O-Lantern out of one of the bags. "I wanted to decorate the bunker for Halloween. Make it feel more… homey, I guess." Dean mirrored your grin. He loves Halloween. Sam never understood it - he always says that it's no different than your everyday life. Dean was happy to finally have someone else who shared his love for the holiday, and with it being the first holiday in the bunker, you wanted to go all out. Dean excitedly started going through the bags of décor you had placed on the table. There were pumpkins, skeletons, candles, fairy lights, the whole nine yards in an array of different colors. He held up one of the neon pink skeletons you'd purchased, sporting a somewhat disgusted look. "What's this?" he inquired. "A skeleton," you stated plainly. "No, the color. Pink isn't a Halloween color!" "Who said that?" you protested. "I said that!" he retorted. "Well," you laughed, "I'm the one who bought the decorations, and I say it is a Halloween color!" Accepting his defeat, Dean continued sorting through the bags, pulling out each individual item and placing them on the table. Once he was finished, you asked him to hang the fairy lights on the railings as you placed the tabletop decorations around the other living areas. You even bought Sam his own Jack-O-Lantern for his room, despite the fact that he's not a fan of the holiday. You made your way back to the front of the bunker and were greeted with beautiful, sparkling lights in orange and purple with interwoven spider-webs. "How did I do?" Dean asked proudly from the top of the stairs. You couldn't contain your joy, squealing "It's perfect, Dean! Thanks for helping me!" He made his way back down the stairs and engulfed you in a hug. "No problem, sweetheart. But you know Sam is gonna kill you when he gets back, right?" he chuckled. "Eh," you responded, still wrapped in his warm embrace, "he's outvoted, anyway. 2 to 1, baby."