Dean did a scan around the area 3 times before approaching the old car. In all truth, he was little proud that he'd help construct the hideout. He'd based it off of a disguise that he'd learned about in History when people were trying to escape from East Berlin.
They would get older cars with very little space between the car and the ground below it and then cut out a hole in the bottom and start tunneling. The bunker, however, was more luxurious than just a hole in the ground. It had 3 rooms stretching off down separate tunnels with small breaks in the ceiling where glass let a small amount of light in, although it was stained brown to be disguised to those walking up above it and bulletproof among other things.
There was one emergency "fox hole" that led out back to the surface but the end of that was half a mile long before breaking through the ground, disguised as a dead tree stump much like the massive one in the clearing across the woods.
The car itself was rusted over and half buried in order to avoid people trying to look at it or take it and notice it was cemented down. That might cause a few questions… Dean chuckled to himself before pulling the car door open and climbing inside, sealing the exit behind him.
He waited for a sound before recognizing a scent nearby just down the rabbit hole.
"Sammy, it's me. You alright?" he called and there was movement at the end.
"Yeah. You didn't happen to bring dinner or anything, did you?" he asked as Dean jumped down into the tunnel and began walking toward the voice.
He smiled when he saw his brother sitting back on one of the small twin sized beds that he and Bobby had managed to move down there. Dean held up the box in his hand.
"Half pepperoni and sausage goodness and the other half is your weird veggie stuff." he shrugged. "I bought it on the way."
Dean's smile dropped when he saw the bandage that was wrapped around his brother's foot. He sighed and sat down, grabbing the first aid kit as he did so.
"One of these days I need to teach you how to actually use an ace bandage, Sammy." he grumbled and began carefully unravelling the poorly tied-off bandage.
Sam winced while his brother patched him up. He hated being babied but at the moment there wasn't much he could do if his brother didn't help. Dean was a little better at fixing people up which made Sam wonder for the first time how much his older brother must've worried about people getting hurt. How long has he been teaching himself to take care of everyone else? he thought.
Dean sat back when he was finished and Sam felt a bit better and even guessed he could put weight on his foot now but didn't try it.
"Well?" he asked suddenly.
"Well, what?" Dean replied.
"I'm patched up, aren't you going to go? You shouldn't be here, Dean. It's not safe."
"You're more important. And someone's got to save your sorry behind. You left a trail outside you know, I cleaned it up."
He leaned back and put his hands behind his head and Sam scoffed.
"I mean it, Dean. Those hunters would love to get you back and I don't want them to get you because they came after me. They'll leave me alone. Bobby said so."
Dean looked at his little brother and sighed. "Bobby can be wrong sometimes, Sammy. I'm not taking that risk." He glanced around the room.
"Think of it as a camp out kind of thing, only classier." He grinned. Sam just looked at him with a hint of worry.
"I'm staying, Sammy. It'll be fine." Dean defended, sitting up and leaning against the wall. "Try to get some sleep. You're going to need it on a night like tonight."
Sam rolled his eyes and then turned to fall asleep. Dean stayed watching the "doorway" of sorts to make sure nothing happened. He kept it up for a few hours before nodding slowly off to sleep.