John grabbed the key that Henry had left on the table and pocketed it before gathering the boys and going into town to get them food. There was a small diner there that they could get dinner at and then stop at a supermarket to stock up.
He told the boys not even to whisper about the bunker while they were in town, he didn't need anyone else to hear about it and get curious. Treat it like another supernatural thing for now.
At the diner he also got two meals to go, one for Bobby and one for Henry back at the bunker.
John felt oddly light in a way he hadn't in a while as he thought more and more about the bunker and what it would mean. At the very least it was stability and a safe place for his sons to be and for that, that was worth a hell of a lot more than anything else in the world.
He also couldn't stop smiling when he saw how happy his boys were, they listened to him and didn't talk about the bunker but they had other whispers. Talks about how to decorate their rooms, whether or not they were going to be able to put a television in their rooms too to watch cartoons.
Deciding to make the day a bit more better he also got snacks and cereals that the boys loved but they couldn't always get. He glanced over the sugar percent in them and shook his head but added to it the cart as well as fresh fruits and vegetables.
They were going to be able to save so much more money on motels now so he figured that he could afford some of these things to make his sons happy again.
And they were, he felt his chest warm at the sight of their smiles and excited looks. It seemed that the bunker was too old to have any working televisions there so they'd have to work on that but for the night at least, the boys will be preoccupied.
Once they got back to the bunker he put the boys to work in putting things away. Perishables went into the refrigerator, old like everything else in the bunker, and everything else was put into a storage closet right next to the kitchen.
John picked a bedroom that was close to the front of the bunker, it was still far enough from everything that he couldn't hear anything from the front but close enough that he could get there in less than thirty seconds.
He then helped the boys pick their own rooms as well. For the time being he picked two rooms that were right next to each other and to his room, he needed to make sure that they were as close as possible to him.
He then took Sam and Dean hand in hand and they started to go through the bunker, peering into the rooms they passed. Most of the rooms were empty bedrooms while more were various storage closets.
Those were filled with various objects, some of which were boxed and some were freely out and John immediately pulled his boys back, already knowing that they were two seconds away from running in and looking through everything.
"Think there's a map?" Dean asked, eyes still locked on the closest box, fingers twitching as if he was about to rush in and look through it.
John pulled the both of them out of the room and closed the door, holding onto them tightly before they got any other ideas.
"Maybe, there should be at least." John said, leading them back to the front of the bunker. "Or we can make one."
Later that night when the boys started to drift off he brought them to their chosen rooms and set them in the bed, lingering beside each one before going into the hallway.
John took a deep breath, staying in the hallway and glancing back at the boys doors, taking a deep breath.
The boys had not slept away from him ever since way back before the whole mess started. Back in their old house Sammy had his nursery and Dean had his room, and of course John and Mary had theirs. But motels, the motels they stayed at at least, did not give them those luxuries.
John tried to calm himself down, he knew that they were in a safe, if not the safest place, it was alright for him to leave the boys alone in a room that he was right next to.
Shaking his head, he already knew that he wasn't going to be able to sleep in his room tonight, he sat down in the hallway, debating to get a pillow from his chosen bedroom at least.
He looked up when Deans door opened, blinking in surprise when he saw Dean sleepily standing there, rubbing at his eyes.
"Hey buddy." John said softly, reaching for his son. "Can't sleep?"
Dean shook his head and curled more into Johns arms and chest. "Quiet." he mumbled.
Laughing softly he nodded, holding Dean close. "Yeah it is." he murmured, looking up and not surprised in the least when Sams door opened as well.
Sam didn't have a moment to say anything before John picked him up as well. Sam gave a small sleepy smile and reached for his brother.
Sighing a bit in relief, John went into his bedroom holding his sons close he felt the knot inside of him start to lessen and untangle as they laid down.
"Night boys." John murmured, feeling his sons already being asleep. He easily fell asleep as well, knowing his sons were close and safe.
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