The bunker sat cold and empty as it awaited the return of Sam and Dean from their latest battle of good against evil. The war room that once was filled with people and maps and hopeless plans now lay unoccupied, a thin film of dust had begun to cover the world map table. The old pipes and floors groan as though they are calling out to their missing dwellers. They may be loud and rambunctious, but at least when they are here there is life. Without them, the bunker remains lifeless.
Days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months as the bunker remains useless. The constant playing of memories is now the only activity the bunker has to pass the time. The faces of every Men of Letters to ever step foot in there pass by, the stories the Men of Letters brought in, their saddest moments and their most joyful ones forever etched into the bunker's memory. Then pass another tragedy, the time where the bunker was as useless as it was today.
But then, the lights had once again been turned on. By a new generation, Sam and Dean. The life the bunker had seen through their eyes had been wrought with misfortune and triumph, they would always wait until the last moment to prevail. The boys had brought into the bunker the Men of Letters never did, the sense of family. Their family didn't stop with blood, it ran through every person they touched in their hunter ways.
But now, they too are gone. Wonder filled the bunker as if they will ever come back or if it is time to welcome a new generation. Perhaps it was time.
As if the universe, had heard the bunker's thoughts, the lights in the bunker suddenly turned on. The familiar sound of boots followed by the swoosh of a long coat broke the silence of the bunker. He rushed down the stairs and into the library. The sounds of books being knocked off shelves and pages being rustles through began to slowly begin to bring the bunker back to life. He shouted curses as he rummaged through the books, not being able to find the one he was so desperately searching for.
The bunker observed the angel in his efforts, wondering if he was looking for something to help the boys. You want him to call out what he is seeking so you may be able to guide him. You study him for an hour and begin to push books off the shelf that may be useful to him. He questions your force but ignores it as he has other more important priorities at the moment.
He picks up one of the books you nudged his way and he begins to look through it. His face lights up as he begins the third chapter and he pulls out his phone and places a call. You anxiously wait to hear the voice on the other end of the call, hoping to hear the boys.
"Did you find it Cas?" A gruff voice says through the phone.
"Yes, it is all here." Cas replies, slowly flipping through the pages of the third chapter.
"Good, stay where you are. We are coming to you." You hear the line go dead as life begins to thrive once again through the bunker just from the thought: the boys are coming home.