Slow days in the bunker were always welcomed by you, but the boys always seemed to get bored. That was dangerous. It seemed to the Winchesters, relaxing days where no one was living or dying on their watch, shouldn't exist. They were so fidgety and restless, they always found some way to make resting impossible. So, trying to relax in your room with a book or movie was difficult with a constant feel that the boys were going to do something stupid.

Despite this, you were still under a mountain of bubbles, surrounded by candles, trying to relax. There was even some piano nonsense playing from your phone that you would normally never listen to, but it seemed to be working. You let the warm water and suds ease the tension the hunter's life worked into your muscles, and let out a content sigh.

However, the peaceful atmosphere was ruined when there was an abrupt knock on your bedroom door. "Y/N! Y/N I need your help with something!" Sam hollered through the door, and it sounded urgent.

The water sloshed as you got out quickly, some suds still sticking to your body. Not bothering to drain the bathtub, you grabbed your robe and hurried to the door, slightly slipping on the wood floors in your room. You tore the door open to reveal a, surprisingly, calm Sam Winchester.

"What? What's going on?" you asked, quickly tying your black robe to actually cover yourself up.

"Uh-well I... I just wanted to a-ask you some...thing," he stuttered, eyes grazing up and down your body.

"Sam," you sighed, closing the door a bit more.

"Yeah?"

"You alright?" Sam quickly looked up with an evident blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah of course... Okay, I wanted to ask for your help in something," Sam smirked and you knew that was a loaded statement.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "What kind of something?"

"I want to play a prank on Dean, and I need your help," he raised an eyebrow with an expectant look, and part of you couldn't believe you got out of your bath for this.

"And what prank would that be?"

"I wanted to wrap everything in his room with tin foil," Sam said with a cheeky smile. You smiled a bit too, thinking that it could be fun...

"He's gonna kill you, Sam... We should wrap it in plastic wrap first!" You said excitedly, seeing the excitement in Sam's eyes too. "Okay, okay I'm in just let me change." Sam nodded, running off down the hallway towards the kitchen while you went back to your bathroom.

You had to dry off first since you were dripping, but you pulled some sweats on pretty quickly since you had a new found excitement. You had to admit, while relaxing was great, goofing off with the boys was fun too. Taking part in their occasional prank war wasn't something you planned on, you could ultimately beat the both of them at their own game.

Pulling on a t-shirt, let your hair down and turned back to your bedroom door to see Sam standing there with rolls of foil and plastic wrap in hand. There was still a blush standing out on his cheeks, and you moved past his with a smirk on your lips. Sam was never the best at concealing a blush. Grabbing a few of the rolls, you hurriedly walked towards Dean's room with Sam in tow.

***

Luckily, Dean was making a supply run all day so you and Sam had plenty of time to get the prank done. It was tedious and time consuming, but however many hours later, the job was done. And perfect timing too, because while you guys were throwing away the empty rolls, you heard Dean's keys in the door. Sam and you exchanged a look before turning off the light and sprinting out of his room.

The momentum of you two running towards the bunker's living room sent you two hurdling towards the couch pretty much on top of one another. Dean made his way down the steps and past you guys, muttering some hellos before dropping the supplies in the kitchen and saying something about needing some sleep.

Sam looked at you with a grin, and the two of you waited until Dean got to his room. The few moments of silence were interrupted by a "WHAT THE " coming from down the hallway. You and the younger Winchester burst out laughing at that, to the point where it was basically silent squeaking.

Then you guys heard Dean coming back your guys' way. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU TWO," Dean yelled from down the hallway, and Sam grabbed your hand before bolting towards another part of the bunker. Your guys' laughs could be heard echoing through the bunker, until you pulled Sam into a closet and putting your hand over his mouth to quiet him.

"Shh, shh," you said through giggles, trying to listen through the closed closet door for a very pissed off Dean. You hadn't realized that in a lack of focus on Sam, your hand had slipped from his face and rested on his notably firm chest, and you were leaning into him in the small space. "S-sorry.."

"It's alright," Sam whispered with a smile on his face, seeing that he's not the only one who gets flustered. Even in the dark light of the closet, you could still see his almost luminescent eyes staring down at yours. Your breathing was mixing with his, and you could hear your heartbeat thudding in your ears. Maybe relaxed days were overrated...