Ever since the boys got the men's of letter's bunker I've wanted to write about their life there. The finale for season 8 has given me the perfect opportunity for that. So this will be a bunch of short snippets of the boy's life there and what they have to deal with. Sometimes there will be plot other times it'll be just what they now have to deal with now that they have a few extra... guests.

Disclaimer:I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters. The very few OCs in here I do.

(italics mean someone's having a flashback. There will be a few in here throughout the course of this little project)

Sam let out a sigh as he heard the door slam. His brother wasn't taking it well that they have yet to find Cas and their home had become a sort of refuge for the fallen Angels. Honestly he didn't like it either being a majority of their hardships were orchestrated by Heaven, but they couldn't let them wander around the world wrecking havoc just because they lost their playground. Though having them around was also very dangerous when you thought about their other charge.

Crowley had been staying with them since they attempted to finish the last trial. A majority of the time he locked himself away in the room they gave him. (He had the room to himself because Sam was afraid the Angels would try to kill him, Dean just said power to them). Sam was worried he had offed himself the first week he just stayed in there and refused to come out no matter what. He had done that right after the first Angel showed up, weak and injured. His vessel was just a teenage boy who probably had no idea what he was getting in to. He was small and had blonde hair; he looked eerily similar to Alfie.

Sam pounded on the door for an hour before it finally opened to the dark, nearly empty room.

On the sole bed in there sat Crowley, his hand still up from when he unlocked the door for Sam. He started at nothing, his eyes worked fine he just didn't want to see anything at all. Sam just sighed before trudging into the room, trying to ignore the odor you get when you stay in a locked room for a solid week. He went past the unseeing former King to the small bathroom that was linked to it, turning on the florescent bulb, surprised slightly that it still worked. After that he checked to see if all the water was still running through those pipes before he went back to the empathetic Demon.

"Come on" Was all he said as he pulled on Crowley's arm lightly, signaling for him to get up and move. Crowley automatically responded, refusing to look Sam in the face. So with his head down, he was lead to the bathroom by Sam and sat down on the edge of the tub.

Sam began wetting a small towel in the sink, the rushing water the only sound in the room. Crowley still kept his head down looking like he just wanted to disappear. He heard the sound of the faucet being turned off the feet of Sam who lifted his head so could clean off the dirt that had collected on his face from the week that he didn't just magic away. A testament to how crappy he felt.

"Why are you doing this?"He croaked out, when Sam didn't talk first and the silence was just too much from him to handle.

"Because you're a mess" Sam simply replied as he continued to scrub Crowley's face clean with the wash cloth.

"No you idiot," He hissed as he grabbed Sam's arm to stop him "Why are you helping me? I have killed and tortured thousands! The guilt is too much, I can barley look at an Angel without wanting to rip myself apart. It's disgusting and painful. And I don't understand it." His eyes finally looked up and met Sam's. Sam's didn't hold pity in the slightest instead they were… understanding. It was too much for the Demon. He looked away, finally letting go of Sam's forearm though it didn't move. "Why don't you be normal for once and just kill me?" Crowley whispered. The guilt was too much for him. He just wanted all of it to end so he could go back to Hell, if they'd accept him. Who was he kidding? They'd accept him with open racks and very pointy objects.

Sam looked down at the once high and mighty Demon. His eyes were downcast and looking as far away as possible from Sam. Sam huffed and put down the small towel on the edge of the sink before kneeling in front of Crowley.

Crowley's eyes opened wide as he felt Sam wrap his arms around him in a hug. Sam just lightly squeezed, as if to tell Crowley that there was someone who didn't want him dead and didn't care about what he did, it mattered what he was going to do.

Eventually Crowley closed his eyes and put his arms lightly around the overgrown tree.

"Now come on," Sam said as he let go and went back to the sink for the wash cloth, " You're still a mess and I don't think you're entirely capable of cleaning yourself."

Sam looked up at the door as he heard a knock. Must have been one of the Angels. Dean just walked in and Crowley avoided the main areas which was where Sam's room was nearby.
"Sir," Came a small voice from the other side. Ah it was Dumah. He was the only one who insisted on calling Sam and Dean Sir. He said it was essentially a thank you for saving him. "Kevin Tran has finished part of the tablet"

Sam shot up and pulled the door open, now staring down at a startled Angel. "He did what" Sam breathlessly asked even though he heard Dumah.

"H-he finished part of the Tablet. He told me to get you guys quickly"

Sam looked past the Angel and nearly wept with relief. Kevin might have read the part of the tablet that sent the Angels back or could somehow fins Cas so Dean would finally smile.

With his own smile down at the Angel, Sam ran to library area where Kevin had set up camp but not before shouting over his shoulder " You better have had gotten Dean first, or he'll kill you"

He didn't get to see Dumah blanch and rush to Dean's room as quickly as possible.