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"Sammy?"
Dean ran into the bunker's main living space.
"Sammy?"
Dean stood in the main room. He knew for a fact that voices echoed around it. If Sam was here, he'd have heard him.
He made a quick dash around all the rooms, including his own. He didn't put it past Sam to be hinding out in there, hell, whenever he'd lost his brother he wanted to feel close in whatever way possible. He knew it was emo to the extreme but, like whisky, he put it down to whatever got him through the night.
Sam wasn't here.
Running back to the main room he saw that his mother had already made her own way in. She looked at him, perpelxed.
Dean shook his head. He had no answers and he almost felt embarrased, as if he'd forgotten his homework or had a poor school report to give her. He had tried to make this place a home for himself and Sam. Seeing his mother in their habitat,their space... it made everything even more surreal than it already was. More desperate. God knows he and Sam had been separated before. He knew the feeling. But staring at his mother, at her confusion... it was too much to bear. Dear God, please say Sammy hadn't done something stupid? Something that he himself would do?
"Dean... Dean, baby, what's going on?"
Dean shook his head, lost for words.
"Dean, get down!"
Dean reacted swiftly and was faced with a confused looking Castiel, arms in the air.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Mary had her gun pointed at the angel and Dean placed his hand on her arm. "He's good! He's a friend!"
Mary lowered her gun warily. "Who is he?"
"This is Castiel. I told you about him."
"The angel?"
"The very same"
"Dean..." Castiel gave him a searching look.
"Cas, this...well. This is Mary Winchester."
"Your mother?"