A/N: Hi guys! So given the angsty nature of my other fics I thought it was time for something different. The Bunker is one of my favourite things about Supernatural, and I would totally watch a sitcom just about the boys living there. So I had this idea based on other fandoms, and I'm hoping you find some humour in it. Each rule will have a 300 to 500 word drabble explaining why exactly it is not allowed XD I have 50 of these babies already written, but I would love your suggestions! I will hopefully update often. This is a little introduction chapter. I hope you enjoy!

01. I will not use the 'I'm older than you' excuse to win an argument - it is irrelevant.

"Sam, is this really necessary?" Dean complained for the umpteenth time that morning.

He, his younger brother, and Castiel were on their way down to the bowels of the bunker where they had found the 'dungeon.' There were a few other rooms down there they were yet to look in.

"Dean, this place has so many rooms and we haven't even had time to check most of them. How can you not be excited at the prospect of exploring them all?"

"Because I'm not a freakin' nerd!"

"I find it all rather fascinating, Sam" Castiel chimed into the incessant bickering.

"Thank you, Castiel."

"Oh, yeah, 'cause Cas isn't a real advocate for the dorky" Dean mumbled sarcastically.

"Dean, shut it."

"Hey, you can't say that to me!" The older Winchester was evidently offended. "I'm your big brother that means you have to respect me and..."

He was cut off when Sam sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. "Seriously? The I'm older than you speech?"

"It's a perfectly valid speech" Dean mumbled. "Being older has got to have some perks."

"How exactly does one benefit from being older?" Castiel asked curiously.

"Well, the gist is that Dean believes I should do whatever he wants because he's the oldest and therefore obtains more power than me."

"Damn straight."

"Actually, in this situation I think you'll find I am many millennia older than you, Dean" Castiel pointed out.

"But that's not fair!" Dean argued. "No human can be older than you."

"Even so, Jimmy Novak is still older..."

"Guys, enough..." Sam pleaded as they finally reached the last door.

It would have been hard to miss if it weren't for the hunter's keen eye as it faded well into the wall. It was rather heavy and groaned when Sam pushed it opened.

The room was pitch black inside so Sam felt across the wall until he found a light switch. When he flicked it on the room was revealed to be quite bare in terms of furniture, with only one rotting wooden table and a couple of fold up metal chairs in the centre. What was interesting though was the writing decorating the walls. It was quite faded, but there were various scribblings and doodles all over the place.

"What is all this stuff?" Dean pondered aloud as he went to read some. "Number fifty six; do not hold baseball games inside...Larry Ganem."

Castiel wondered over to the wall too and picked another line of writing. "Number ninety eight; do not bring plants in for questioning regarding demon attacks. Cuthbert Sinclair. These all appear the be rules written by the men of letters."

"Yeah, like stuff they're not allowed to do in the bunker" Dean said as he read a few more with a grin.

"Hey, Dean, look" Sam said with a note of amusement as he pointed to another rule on the far wall. "I think Grandpa wrote this one..."

Dean went over to join his brother and read aloud: "Do not bring whiskey to a meeting unless there is enough for everyone. Signed Henry Winchester. "These guys sure seemed to have some wild times" he said as he read some more. "Some of these are hilarious."

"Yes. I'd very much like to know the stories behind them" Castiel commented.

"I think we should uphold the tradition" Sam said with an eager grin. "I'll be right back..."

The younger Winchester hurried out of the room and returned a few minutes later with a marker pen. He grabbed one of the chairs and pulled it over to a fairly blank wall. He stood up on the chair and proceeded to write something in big capital letters before underlining it.

"Bunker No-Nos" Dean read out. "What are you, eight?"

"No. We are going to create a new modernised list of our own" Sam said as he continued to write something else. "Any rule that goes on this wall cannot be broken without penalty, and anyone can make a rule with good reason, but can also have a rule made about them."

"That sounds orderly" Castiel piped up. "I like it."

"It really doesn't matter if I object does it?" Dean deadpanned.

"No it does not" Sam replied.

"But I'm older so..."

"Ah-ah-ah" Sam said waving a finger at his brother before he got down off the chair and pointed up at what he had written.

"I will not use the I'm older than you excuse to win an argument – it is irrelevant" Dean read and then glared at his brother who was beaming at him teasingly.

"A good suggestion, Sam" Castiel said.

Dean shot the angel a look of distain too.

"Okay, fine, you wanna do this, let's do this..."

Okay! I will be updating 'The Second Chance' soon; I've just been away this week. If you have an idea for a rule please leave it in a comment! I need them and would love them. If you want to be specific tell me who you want it to be about and/or who wrote it between Sam, Cas and Dean (I may add more characters later.)

Thank you for reading :) xx