Bunkered (Part 21 - Now) by frostygossamer
Dean spends each morning studying the bunker's perimeter monitors while he strips down and cleans his weapons. Sam watches bemused. Whose army does the guy think is marching on them exactly?
"Dude, is all that bullcrap spit and polish really necessary?" he innocently asks.
Dean shoots him a dirty look over the pistol he's reassembling.
"This place is a GARRISON. Out there is ENEMY territory. An attack could come at ANY time. I gotta be prepared. OK?"
Sam holds up a hand. "Hey, don't bite my head off. I was only saying..."
He wishes he'd kept his big mouth shut.
TBC
