There were no words to describe the men of letters bunker.

John walked around in a daze trying to take everything in. Dimly he could hear Henry was saying something but his voice faded into the background.

He tried to take everything in, tried to comprehend the fact that something like this was not only possible but real and, if Henry's words were true, only he and Henry were the only ones to know about it, the others were no longer in contact and if the rest of the bunker was telling the truth, they were the only ones in here for a long, long time.

He could...this place was safe. It was the safest thing he had ever seen. Henry had mentioned that it was guarded and protected with everything known to the men of letters, meaning that it was the safest place on earth.

So that meant...that there was no other safe place in the world for his sons than this place.

John swallowed hard, his mind starting to work faster with each passing thought.

There was a school in town that they had passed, an elementary school and a middle school. He could bring his sons here, settle in the bunker with them. They could have a single base, something more concrete and certain than just the impala.

Sam and Dean could go to school, maybe make friends with other people's kids in town. They could be as normal as they could be living in the bunker surrounded by everything that he could see and things that he couldn't.

He wouldn't have to worry about motels anymore, he wouldn't have to worry about or have the guilt of leaving his sons at a motel room alone for the night anymore.

He could protect his sons so much more, learn more about the truth about what had happened to his wife and how to get revenge for her, have more time to be a dad to his sons and not just a father.

"There's so much more in here than you can even think of." Henry continued, oblivious to how little John had actually been paying attention to. He walked around the room smiling fondly at everything. "I'm sure it's old by your standards but back when I was being sworn in it was the top of the line."

He meant the radios that John could see, radars, a giant telescope that he got glimpses of. They were older than John was used to working with but he could tell that from their still pristine conditions that most likely they would all still work.

John slowly followed Henry as the both of them moved around the bunker, mentally mapping everything out as best as he could.

There were more bedrooms than he knew what to do with. Despite that he knew that regardless of where he put Sam and Dean they would find one another to sleep in the same room and be together, they might even come to his chosen bedroom as well.

The library seemed endless, it was filled with books upon books upon books on countless shelves. There were boxes neatly stacked in each closet, nook, and cranny that he could find.

Which meant that there had to be something, anything, in here that would help him avenge his wife.

"Men of letters used to work with certain hunter, only the best of the best." Henry continued, either not noticing or uncaring that John had stopped listening. "They're all probably dead at this point, hunters regardless never lived that long. Murphy, Garelick, Elkins Campbell-"

Despite himself John couldn't help but laugh softly at the last name, shaking his head fondly. "Campbell, that was my wife's maiden name." he murmured.

Henry looked at him, a varying look of amusement and a touch of sadness on his face. "What was her name?" he asked softly.

"Mary." John said, feeling his chest tighten at the thought of her still. That pain was never going to go away no matter what and a part of him relished in it.

"Mary." Henry repeated, still smiling softly. "I wish I could've met her." he glanced around the bunker. "Although if you had been initiated properly you never would've met her either."

"No, I would have found her." John said shaking his head. "I would have found her eventually."

Henry shook his head and focused on going forward before he paused, mouthing something to himself. "Mary...Campbell?"

John glanced at him, his thumb stroking over his wedding ring. "Yes."

Henry swallowed hard and turned back to John. "I worked with a hunter a few months before I was partnered with another woman of letters." he said. "He said that he had a daughter close to my sons age."

"And?"

Henry seemed to steel himself for a moment, taking a deep breath and straightening up. "And his name was Samuel Campbell, and he told me his daughters name was Mary."

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