This story happens before the Prometheous one. I was very disappointed that the brothers brought strangers to their home. I believed it was supposed to be super secret known to them alone. :(

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Unknown and Unexpected.

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Chapter One.

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Sam smiled at the sight of his brother sauntering out from the kitchen clothed in the dark green 'dead man's robe' as he had baptized it, the first time Dean had worn it.

In his hands he held two china cups and Sam knew they contained that for which they had been designed, tea!

His smile got even wider as Dean delicately placed one in front of him.

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"What?" Dean blustered as he saw the fond smirk plastered on Sam's face. " I can't bring my little brother a cup of tea now?"

"No, it's not that," Sam answered, his dimples at full stretch. "It's ...just... Well it's amazing how quickly you've adjusted to the home comforts the bunker provides."

"Sammy, I'm surprised at you!" Dean replied with all the air of a professor about to give a slightly stupid pupil a lesson. "When a hot chick gives you the come on, you don't refuse her advances, it would be ungracious, so when a Men of Letters' bunker with all its comforts falls into your lap, you take it in your stride and enjoy its perks."

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He turned and went back to the kitchen re-emerging with a little something to go with the tea.

This time Sam's eyes nearly popped out of his head as lying on the plate was a still smoking crusty pie.

"One peach pie coming up," Dean announced with relish, the look on Sam's face all the reward he needed for his attempt at baking. Well, it hadn't actually been his first attempt; he had dabbled in fancy cooking when he was with Lisa and Ben and of course his penchant for pie had given him the boost he needed to learn how to make a decent one.

For Sam however, it was all new.

Dean hadn't had the chance for a long time now to show off his culinary skills, except for quick-cook stuff, but Sam was the perfect recipient of this new cookery age, all his surprise at Dean's hidden skills showing on his mobile features.

"I didn't know you could bake a pie, man," Sam exclaimed in awe.

"Little brother there are so many things you don't know about me that could fill a book," Dean replied in a self-satisfied tone as he whipped out a knife and made first cut on the pie. He deftly collocated an abundant slice on one of the two little side-plates he had brought and plonked it down in front of his still awed brother.

"Eat up, Sam, and drink your tea."

To Dean's complete surprise, Sam obediently took a bite of the still warm pie, his face a testimony to its deliciousness."Wow, Dean. This is...the best," he mumbled chewing appreciatively on the crumbly pastry.

Dean took the chair across from him, brought his cup to his lips and sipped the fragrant tea, feeling like a man who finally had everything he ever wanted, completely satisfied by the moment.

He looked on gratified as Sam demolished his slice of pie. Now that his secret was out, the sky was the limit as far as pie was concerned.

He pulled his feet up and plopped them down on the edge of the enormous table. Life was good.

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A few days ago he had finished installing the sliding door between Sam's room and his. The bedrooms had no windows, this way at least there would be two viable exits but the truth was they were both so used to sleeping in the same room that when he had proposed the idea Sam hadn't commented, passing his time in the library while Dean had thrown himself into the job.

The sliding door had been opened once and never again closed, each brother sleeping with their faces towards the other, as it had always been.

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Dean stretched out his arm and pulled his own piece of pie towards him, a look of pure bliss etching itself on his handsome features as he bit down on his little bit of heaven.

It was one of those rare moments in the brothers' lives that approached perfection.

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"Tap,tap"

"Tap tap, tap"

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Sam glanced over at his relaxed brother. "Did you hear a noise, Dean?" he asked confused.

"Huh, no. I didn't hear anything, Sam. This place can be a bit spooky, it's probably just your imagination. I mean you don't exactly go for light reading!" he replied ironically, indicating the ancient tomes spread around the table

Sam frowned and cocked his head. "No, Dean, just listen!"

Dean pulled his feet off the table and came to attention.

"Tap tap," now he could hear the weak knocking sound too.

He traded glances with his brother. "It's coming from above," Dean whispered as the brothers quickly took to the stairs that led to the upper balcony level.

"It...it seems to be coming from the door," Sam chimed in. "Is it possible that someone's knocking on it?"

"No one knows about this place Sam," his brother, scolded."How could anyone be knocking on our door?"

"I dunno," Sam answered "But that's what's happening," he added, for as they stood behind the main entrance, that was exactly what it seemed like.

The Winchesters had their first visitor, but who the hell could it be?

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Sam lifted his shoulders as Dean sent him a "What the heck! Do we open the door?" glance.

"If these men of letters were so friggin 'smart they could have put a spy-hole in the door!" he bitched.

"Yeah, seeing they're all dead, they can't have been all that smart then," Sam countered.

Dean cocked his head and raised his eyebrows in agreement with Sam's observation, before turning his attention back to the mysterious noise.

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"Knock knock,"

"Whoever it is, they're pretty persistent," Dean observed. "I doubt that if it was some fugly they would just knock at our front door."

A feeble voice filtered through the heavy door taking them completely by surprise. "I know you're in there, I saw a car outside I just want to talk to you. I don't mean you any harm. Please open the door and let me in."

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