A/N: I just noticed that I haven't actually posted anything yet this year. So I've decided to try my hand at a drabble WIP story. I intend to update this frequently.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its fandom, its characters or anything connected to them. I do not make money or profit in any way from this story.

Bunkered (Part 1 - Now) by frostygossamer

Dean taps his fingers on the countertop as the grinder chomps on its load of vacuum-packed coffee beans. It's 10am and, according to the perpetual calendar on the kitchen wall, he has been living alone in the bunker now for 23 years, 3 months and 27 days.

Luckily, there are plentiful supplies of coffee, and every dried or canned good you could ever want, shelved in serried rows downstairs in the lower lower lower basement. He will never need to risk going outside. Just as well, since whatever scared John that terrible night is probably still waiting.

OUT THERE.

TBC