Chapter 21
A few days after they'd left Moondoor…
Sarah got up early one morning to take in a long run before meeting up with the boys for breakfast. She was finding hard to keep up her 'no care' attitude with Dean and she'd only been around him for a few days. So she turned her morning run into her time to center and prepare herself to be around him.
She was just about to run back into the motel parking lot when she saw the impala speed past her with three passengers.
"What the…" she mumbled coming to a stop and pulling her phone out of the arm strap. Turning to look back at where the boys had just fled she saw to see a red-headed woman talking to the motel manager before she used her fingers like claws and killed him. When the manager fell to the ground, Sarah was able to see what the woman really was. A demon.
Quickly, she turned back the way she had just come from and dashed behind a nearby diner as she dialed Dean's number.
After getting Dean's voicemail, she tried Sam's number.
"Sarah." Sam stated answering the phone.
"Sam! What the hell's going on?" she huffed into the phone.
"Something happened. Stay away from the motel till I call you back."
"Yeah, I saw the demon. Be careful." Sarah said before Sam hung up. "Oh, boys… what have trouble have you gotten into this time." She whispered, leaning against a nearby wall.
She waited a while then circled back to the motel and checked that the demon had gone before quickly running to her room to gather her things and change out of her running clothes. She then checked the boys room and grabbed the items they'd left behind, including Dean's phone.
Not long after that Sam sent her a text.
Meet us at Charlie C's burger joint. – Sam
K. U gonna tell me what happened? – Sarah
I think we just met our grandfather… - Sam
He's back again? Can't that guy stay dead? – Sarah
Not that one… - Sam
Oh? – Sarah
Sarah walked into Charlie C's and easily found Sam and Dean sitting at a table with another attractive young man. She approached slowly, trying not to startle any of them.
"Henry Winchester. It's a pleasure." The young man said holding out his hand to Sam.
"Sam." Sam said shaking Henry's hand.
"Hello, Sam." Henry said before holding his hand out towards Dean.
Dean picked up a basket of food from the tray in front of Sam and set it down in front of Henry. "Dinner." He said curtly.
"This is Dean." Sam explained.
"Right."
"I hope you boys remembered to get me something to eat." Sarah said approaching the table, startling Henry. She grabbed a fry off of Dean's plate.
"Hey, yours is over there." Dean grumbled, pointing at another basket of food on his other side.
"And this is Sarah." Sam relayed to a very confused Henry.
"Do I have a granddaughter too?"
Dean choked on his burger and coughed out a "No."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Not by blood, anyways."
"She's a friend." Dean clarified.
"Well, I seem to have forgotten my manners. Ms…" He said extending his hand towards her.
"Reynolds. Sarah Reynolds." Sarah replied taking his hand.
"Well, Ms. Reynolds. I'm Henry Win…"
"Winchester." Sarah finished for him, shaking his hand quickly. "I know. I hope your better than their other grandfather."
"Well, this has been touching. How about we figure out how to clean up your mess, huh?" Dean said sarcastically.
Henry gave them a hesitant look as he glanced over to Sarah. "I don't think this is a matter that should be discussed in the presence of your female companion."
"It's okay, Henry. You can speak freely in front of her." Sam assured.
Henry thought for a moment then said, "Abaddon. She must be stopped."
"How come she didn't die when I stabbed her?" Dean asked, Sarah stopped mid bite to look over at him, shocked.
"Because demons can't be killed by run-of-the-mill cutlery. At the very least, you'd need an ancient demon-killing knife of the Kurds." Henry replied sounding annoyed.
Dean reached into his jacket and pulled his knife out slightly and said, "That's what this is."
"Where'd you get that?" Henry asked.
Dean shoved the knife back into his jacket before sarcastically saying, "Demon gave it to me. We've been around this block so many times."
"It didn't work on the demon I saw at the motel?" Sarah asked, still shocked.
"Nope." Dean said popping the 'p'.
"Now, that portal or whatever it was you came through – is it still open?" Sam asked.
"I highly doubt it. Why?" Henry answered.
"I'm just thinking if we can't kill this Abaddon…" Sam said.
"… maybe we can shove her back where she came from. How did you do it?" Dean finished for him.
"It's a blood sigil. Blood leads to blood. Or their next of kin." Henry explained.
"But Abaddon came through it, also, right? So can you create this blood sigil again?" Sam asked.
"My blood, an angel feather, tears of a dragon, a pinch of the sands of time – I – I would need those and... at least a week for my soul to recharge, but, yes, it's possible." Henry replied.
"You tapped the power of your soul to get here? I thought only angels could do that." Sam pondered.
"You should know this. What level are you all?" Henry asked.
"What level?" Dean asked confused.
"Level of knowledge. You're Men of Letters, correct?" Henry asked looking at all three of them.
"I'm a little rusty on my boy bands. Men of what?" Dean asked confused.
"Men of Letters, like your father, who taught you our ways. And Ms. Reynolds…"
"Sarah." She corrected him.
"I assume you are also a part of the Men of letters." Henry stated.
"Our father taught us how to be hunters. All three of us." Sam interjected.
Henry started to laugh. "You're not. Are you? Hunters? Well, hunters are... Hunters are apes. You're supposed to – you're legacies."
"Legacies of what?" Dean asked frustrated.
Henry looked at all of them for a moment, realizing that they didn't know anything about the Men of Letters. "Nevermind about that. I need you to get me to Normal, Illinois."
"What? No. Not until you give us some answers." Dean growled.
"I can't give you any until I see what happened to Illinois and see what went wrong." Henry retorted.
Dean was about to say something else but Sarah placed her hand on his arm, "Dean. Calm down. Let's go and see if we can figure out what all is going on. Okay?"
He looked down at his half eaten burger and let out big sigh. "Fine." He then got up and headed for the door. The others all following behind him.
They pulled up to the building in Normal, Illinois that Henry had instructed Dean to take him to.
"What's going on here?" Henry asked as he looked at the door to a comic book store. There is a barely visible symbol carved into it that Henry lightly touches. "No."
"All right, well, this was enlightening." Dean stated, clapping his hands once. "Let's hit the road, huh?"
"Give him a minute, Dean." Sam said.
"We just spent four hours driving, okay? All he did was stare out the window and request Pat Boone on the radio. He had his time."
"It's just a façade, a way to rook our enemies into believing we are housed elsewhere." Henry said still staring at the door.
"Okay, enough with the decoder talk. How about you tell us what this whole "Men of Letters" business is, or you're on your own." Dean demanded.
"It's none of your concern." Henry replied.
"Why, because we're hunters? What do you have against us?" Dean asked.
"Aside from the unthinking, unwashed, shoot-first-and-don't-bother-to-ask-questions-late r part, not much, really." Henry spat.
"Whoa. You don't even know us." Sarah interjected.
"You know what? Wait a second. We're also John's children." Sam added.
"You're more than that actually. My father and his father before him were both Men of Letters, as John and you two should have been. We're preceptors, beholders, chroniclers of all that which man does not understand. We share our findings with a few trusted hunters… the very elite. They do the rest."
"So you're like Yodas to our Jedis." Dean said, Sarah rolled her eyes at him, especially when she saw Henry's blank expression. "Never mind. You'll get there."
"Okay, but if you guys were such a big deal, then why haven't we- or anyone we know- ever heard of you?" Sam asked.
"Abaddon." Henry said simply before opening the door to the comic book shop and walking in.
"Henry. Why? Why'd she do it?" Sam asked as they followed him.
Henry held up a small wooden box. "I think for this."
"Okay, what's that?" Sam asked.
"I wish I knew." Henry said putting the box back in his pocket. "Abaddon attacked us the night of my final initiation. All secrets were to be revealed then."
"Let me get this straight. You traveled through time to protect something that does you don't know what from a demon that you know nothing about?" Dean asked. Henry looked at him a moment then continued down the hallway to the comic book store. "Good."
Once inside the store, Henry stopped and asked, "Hand me your… walkie-talkie."
Sam looked at him confused. "You mean my phone?" Sarah tried to hide her amusement.
"Even better." Henry said, then held the phone up to his mouth and said, "Operator, I need Delta 457."
"Who are you not calling?" Dean asked.
"Our emergency number."
"Yeah. Not anymore." Dean said, taking the phone away from him and giving it back to Sam.
"They can't all be gone. There must be another elder out there who can help us figure out how to stop Abaddon and what to do with the box." Henry said, thinking out loud.
"Hey, uh, hi. Can we hijack your computer for a hot second?" Dean asked the girl behind the counter.
Henry started laughing, "Like you could fit a computer in this room."
The girl gave them a weird look but said, "Sure."
"Thanks." Dean said, turning the laptop towards Sam. "Sam."
"Yep. All right, um... give me a name – anybody who, uh, might have been there that night – one of those elders." Sam instructed.
"Um... Ackers, David. Larry Ganem. Um, Ted…"
"Okay, here it is. Um, August 12, 1958." Sam said after typing in the names. "A tragic fire at a gentlemen's club. Uh, 242 Gaines Street."
"This is 242 Gaines Street. But that was no fire." Henry explained.
"Larry Ganem, David Ackers, Ted Bowen, and Albert Magnus – all deceased." Sam read aloud from an article he'd found.
"Albert Magnus." Henry repeated.
"He a friend of yours?" Dean asked.
"Even better." Henry said smugly before walking outside again.
"You two know why he's suddenly so happy?" Sarah asked.
"Not a clue." Dean grumbled following Henry out.
From the comic book shop, they went and investigated the cemetery where the men of letters were buried.
"These were my friends, my mentors, our last defense against the Abaddons of the world." Henry reminisced.
"Here's your buddy Albert Magnus." Dean announced, shining his flashlight on a tombstone.
"Albertus Magnus. He was hardly a buddy. He was the greatest alchemist of the middle ages." Henry explained.
"Okay, so why is he buried here?" Sam asked.
"He's not. His was the alias we'd use when going incognito. I believe someone planted his name in that article... so that if a Man of Letters came looking for answers, he'd know something was amiss."
"So someone wanted you to come to this grave." Sam summed up.
"The question is why." Henry pondered.
Dean moved the beam of his flashlight to another tombstone. "What is this?"
"Our crest. The Aquarian Star, representing great magic and power. They say it stood at the gates of Atlantis itself." Henry explained.
"Hmm. It's on all the tombstones except for this one – uh, Larry Ganem." Sam observed. "LARRY GANEM, March 23rd 1926, August 12th 1958"
Henry crouched down in front of the headstone, "The Haitian symbol for speaking to the dead. This is the message. You boys ever exhume a body?"
Dean, Sam and Sarah looked at him stunned by the absurdity of the question. "I'll get the shovels." Sarah said trying to suppress her laughter.
When she returned she put the two shovels down in front of the boys and held her hand up in a fist. "Okay boys, let's see who digs first."
Sam and Dean instantly put their fists up and looked over at Henry who seemed lost in thought. Rolling her eyes, she said, "One, two, three." On three, they each displayed what symbol they'd chosen. Sarah and Sam chose rock and were shocked to see that Dean had chosen paper instead of his usual scissors.
"What just happened?" Sarah asked Sam. Dean just gave them a very pleased smile and sat down on a nearby tombstone. Sighing, Sarah and Sam picked up the shovels and started to dig.
Henry noticed them and walked over, only to take the shovel away from Sarah and hand it to Dean. "Where are your manners, boy?" he asked Dean before walking away again.
For the next hour, Sam and Dean proceeded to dig up the grave, while Dean continued to stare daggers at Sarah and Henry. When the coffin was open, Henry looked in only to tell the boys to cover it back up a moment later.
This time, Sarah was unable to contain her laughter at Dean's pissed off look.
Once in their motel room, Dean and Sarah started to research what they could on their laptops, Sam was looking through John's journal while Henry lounged on the couch whistling.
"What is that? I know that tune." Dean asked.
" 'As Time Goes By.' I hope so. It's from 'Casablanca.'" Henry replied.
"Right. Dad used to whistle it from time to time." Sam remembered.
"He hummed that the day he tried to teach me how to dance." Sarah reminisced with a small smile.
"Your father saw 'Abbott and Costello Meet the Mummy' at the drive-in one night. It scared the beeswax out of him. So I got him this little music box that played that song to help him sleep at night. It worked like a charm." Henry revealed.
"Wow, it's hard to believe Dad was ever scared of anything." Sam said.
"Hey, uh, according to county records, Tom Carey lives in Lebanon, Kansas, and is a very happy 127-year-old." Dean said, closing his laptop. "I say we get some shut-eye, head over first thing in the morning."
"Wait, wait, wait. Listen to this. According to Dad's journal, he once tortured a demon that said he made his bones working for Abaddon, who, it turns out, is a Knight of Hell." Sam said.
"What does that even mean?" Dean asked.
"Knights of Hell are hand-picked by Lucifer himself. They are of the first-fallen, first-born demons." Henry recalled.
"So very pure, very strong." Sam summed up.
"Legend has it that Archangels had killed all of them, which, as we have witnessed, is not the case." Henry said standing up and walking over to the table where the others were sitting.
"Unless she's the last of her kind." Dean added.
"Great . Just what me need." Sarah mumbled.
"You say that belonged to your father?" Henry asked, gesturing to the journal in front of Sam.
"Yeah."
"May I?" Henry asked. Sam slide the journal across the table to him. Sarah noticed Dean instantly tense at Henry looking at John's journal. Sarah fought against her instant instinct to grab Dean's hand.
"It's a hunter's journal. I assume Men of Letters – you use journals, too?" Sam asked.
"I intended to. I sent away for one the day before my initiation." Henry said lifting a photograph that was tucked into the inside cover of the journal to reveal the initials 'HW' stamped in the leather. "As a matter of fact, judging by my initials here, this one, I believe."
"That was yours?" Dean asked, looking uncomfortable.
"It must have arrived after... I'm beginning to gather I don't make it back from this time, do I?" Henry pondered.
"We don't know for sure. All we do know is that Dad never saw you again." Sam replied.
"What did he think happened to me?"
"He thought you ran out on him." Dean replied bluntly.
"Dean." Sarah warned.
"John was a legacy. I was supposed to teach him the ways of the Letters." Henry said, sitting down with them at the table.
"Well, he learned things a little differently." Dean said sarcastically.
"How?"
"The hard way. Surviving a lonely childhood, a stinking war... only to get married and have his wife taken by a demon... and later killed by one himself. That man got a bum rap around every turn. But you know what? He kept going. And in the end, he did a hell of a lot more good than he did bad."
"I'm sorry. I wish I had been there for him." Henry stated.
"Yeah, it's a little late for that now, don't you think?" Dean snapped, getting and walking towards the door, picking up his jacket along the way.
"It's the price we pay for upholding great responsibility. We know that." Henry stated.
"Your responsibility was to your family, not some glorified book club!" Dean growled back.
"I was a legacy. I had no choice."
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." Dean grumbled walking outside, slamming the door closed behind him. Sam sighed, looking down at the table, an awkward silence settling in the room.
After a moment, Sarah got up, "I'll be back." She said, grabbing her own jacket and walking outside.
She found Dean about a block away, walking down the sidewalk. Hurriedly she caught up to him, as he sat down on a bench.
"Great. You here to tell me off or something?" Dean asked as she sat down next to him.
"No. Why would I tell you off?" She asked.
He sighed. "What do you want, then?"
"I'm just here to see if my friend is okay. You see, his other grandfather has recently time traveled here and brought a whole new big bad with him. Plus, it's opened up all sorts of emotion baggage for him." She said, trying a light hearted approach.
Dean sighed, "Sarah I'm not in the mood right now."
"Hey, I get it. I love John too and I know how much it always hurt him that his dad had left. Mean, I've hated the man for that very reason, in fact, I'm not too fond of your other grandpa either. Both of them were a piece of work. But if Henry time traveling here is the reason that John grew up without his father… then I'm kinda inclined to give him some slack." Dean gave her an un-amused look. "Best thing we can do is to work together and try to gank Abaddon and keep her from killing anyone else."
"Whatever." Dean mumbled but seemed to be thinking over what she had just said.
"Okay, why don't you go and get yourself a drink. Maybe talk up a pretty girl. Then come back to the room, ready to do whatever we need to do to fix this. Okay?" Sarah asked standing up.
"Ok…." Dean said, giving her a confused look. When she turned to walk away he asked, "Wait, are you telling me to go and pick up some chick?"
Sarah turned back to look at him, "I'm telling you to do whatever it is you need to do to regain your focus." She then turned and hurried off back to the motel room. When she was there, she grabbed her bag and headed straight to the bathroom for a shower.
Once in the shower, she mentally yelled at herself. 'What am I doing? What is wrong with me? It's one thing to say I don't care to him but it's another push him toward other women.'
She spent a while in there, not wanting to face the group yet. And not wanting to see if Dean had returned yet or not. Eventually, she left the comfort of the bathroom to see that Henry was still up looking at John's journal and the boys were passed out on the beds. Putting her bag down, she realized that they should have gotten a cot for the night because Henry would be taking the couch.
Sighing, she walked over to the closet and grabbed one of the extra blanket. When she turned back around, she found that Henry was staring at the boys.
"They really are remarkable when you get to know them." Sarah said to him.
"I bet they are." Henry said, looking over at her.
"John was too."
"Were you really close to him?" Henry asked.
"I was." Sarah replied. "He saved my life and instead of dropping me off at the nearest orphanage, took me in and raised me as his own. It was hard sometimes. If you think Dean is hard to deal with right now then you should have seen John at times. But through it all I really couldn't have asked for more." Sarah said looking over at Dean's sleeping form. "You should get some sleep." She added before walking over to Dean's bed and laid down next to him. Falling asleep quickly.
"Hey. Wake up!" Sam grumbled, hitting Dean and Sarah with a notepad.
"NO!…" Sarah cried out, waking from a dream.
"What? What?!" Dean growled looking around slightly and realizing that he was spooning Sarah.
"Henry – he's gone." Sam said hurriedly.
"Where is he?" Dean asked, pulling away from Sarah.
"Well, no idea. He just left a note saying he was gonna fix everything."
"Yeah, or screw it all up. All right." Dean grumbled getting up.
Sarah sat there, staring down at the blanket lost in thought.
"You alright?" Dean asked her.
"What? Yeah. I'm fine. Just had a weird dream." She assured.
They realized soon after, that Henry had stolen an angel feather from the trunk of the impala and was going to try and send himself back to 1958. They split up. Sam went to find Larry Ganem and try to find some answers about the Men of Letters. While Sarah and Dean split up to try and find Henry at some of the local hoodoo shops.
Dean found him just before Henry completed the spell to go back to his time and when reason didn't work, Dean subdued him. He picked Sarah up from the shop she was searching.
"Did you have to knock him out?" Sarah asked as she got into the back seat.
"I had no choice." He said bluntly.
"What? Why?"
"Abaddon got Sam and wants to trade."
Sarah stared at him in shock. "Crap."
Henry stirred from his stooped position.
"Sorry about that." Dean said to him.
"No, you're not. You've wanted to do that since we met."
"Henry, you need to understand something. When my dad died, I couldn't save him... no matter how bad I wanted to. I never want that to happen to Sam... ever. If there's a chance that I can save him, I'm gonna do it. He's my brother. He and Sarah are the only family I got. I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep them safe." Dean grumbled gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"So, what are you thinking?" Henry asked.
"Can you slow Abaddon down? Because if you can, We'll do the rest." Dean replied.
Henry thought for a moment, then said, "I think I have an idea. Can I have one of your bullets? And possibly a small file." Dean gave Henry a confused look but handed over a bullet from his gun. Sarah handed over a file from her lock picking kit. "Ah. Thank you."
They watched as Henry worked.
"A devil's trap carved into the bullet." Dean said impressed as he put the bullet back in the gun and handed the gun over to Henry. "You're gonna have to get close. And 'close' means it could get ugly."
"I know. But you do that for blood." Henry replied, staring down at the gun.
"Well here goes nothing." Sarah said getting out of the impala and heading to the trunk to load up on weapons. "Okay. I'll see you boys inside." She added, heading toward the back of the processing plant that Abaddon was using for their exchange.
She quietly walked in through the back door and found a good hiding place where she could see Abaddon and a tied up Sam.
A moment later, Dean and Henry walked in through a door on the other side of the room. Dean pulling Henry along.
"Don't do it, Dean." Henry pleaded.
"Too late for that now." Dean growled.
"That's the problem with you hunters. You're all short-sighted." Henry retorted.
"Yeah, at least we're not extinct. Abaddon! I'll send Henry here over with the box. You do the same with Sam. No tricks." Dean yelled out, showing the box before placing it in Henry's jacket pocket.
"My only interest is Henry and the key. You two are free to go." Abaddon stated.
Dean gave Henry a shove but when he wouldn't move, Dean took out his gun. "You can do this standing, or you can do it crawling. Your call."
Henry reluctantly started to move forward. Abaddon released her hold on Sam and let him walk towards Dean.
Sam paused halfway, "Henry, I'm sorry."
"Save it." Henry spat.
They both continued to walk toward opposite sides of the room. When Sam reached Dean, he held out his bound hands so that Dean could cut off his restraints.
"Don't do this, Dean. This is a bad idea." Sam warned.
"Shut your mouth. Let's go. Come on." Dean ordered. They tried to leave the room but Abaddon used her powers to shut the door before they could reach it.
"We had a deal!" Dean growled.
"Surprise. I lied." Abaddon laughed before plunging a hand into Henry's abdomen.
"Henry!" Sam cried out and tried to run to help, but Dean stopped him. Sarah gripped the nearby machinery to stop herself from running over to Henry as well.
"Wait. Wait." Dean said to Sam.
Abaddon withdrew her hand from Henry's abdomen causing him to gasp and choke out a mouthful of blood.
"You're not the only one." Henry interjected before pulling a gun from behind his back and shooting Abaddon under the chin.
"Whoo! What a blast. Now, give me the box." Abaddon snapped, recovering quickly from the gunshot. She reached into Henry's jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cards. She threw it to the ground and screamed, "Where is it?!" Her scream caused the lights to flicker and sparks to fly. "Okay. We can do this the hard way."
She grabbed Henry's chin and attempted to breathe black smoke into his mouth, but it seemed to meet with an invisible shield. She shoves Henry and he fell to the ground. Sam and Sarah ran to Henry and supported him. Abaddon tried to move, but seemed to be held in place. She screamed again and more sparks flew from the lights.
"Why am I stuck?!" Abaddon shrieked. "You still didn't kill me."
"No, but you'll wish we did." Dean said before cutting off her head with a machete that Sarah handed to him. "The demon trap in your noggin is gonna keep you from smoking out. We're gonna cut you into little steaks and bury each strip under cement. You might not be dead, but you'll wish you were."
"We did it." Henry breathed out.
Dean crouched down in front of Henry, "No, you did it. For a bookworm, that wasn't bad, Henry."
"I'm sorry I judged you two so harshly for being hunters. I should have known better."
"About?" Sam asked.
"You're also Winchesters. As long as we're alive, there's always hope. I didn't know my son as a man, but having met you three..." Henry said taking Dean's hand with his right hand and holding out his left hand to Sam and glanced over at Sarah. "…I know I would have been proud of him." He finished before dying.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, then down at the box that Henry had placed in Sam's hand.
At the cemetery, Sam, Dean and Sarah worked together to dig the grave for Henry and marked it with a cross that Sam made from some boards he'd found. He even carved the Men of Letters emblem on it with 'H. Winchester'.
"I get it now." Sam stated.
"Hmm?" Dean asked.
"What Cupid said about heaven busting ass to get Mom and Dad together. The Winchesters and the Campbells…" Sam replied.
"The brains and the brawn." Sarah added.
"Well, I'm glad you see it. All I see in our family tree is a whole lot of dead." Dean said before taking out a photograph from his pocket. "Hey, I, uh... found this in Henry's wallet."
"Dad looks happy." Sam said handing the photo to Sarah. It showed Henry and John holding a baseball and a bat when John was young.
"Kind of makes you wish he knew the truth, huh? I mean, all those years thinking his old man ditched when the poor son of a bitch really came here and saved our bacon. Freaking time-travel, man." Dean said.
"You think it would have made a difference?" Sam asked.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Dad. If he'd had his own father around."
"What, in how he raised us? Sammy, he did the best he could." Dean replied.
"I know that. I – I do. They all did." Sam stated, taking out the box from his pocket.
"What are the chances that place is still standing?" Sarah asked.
"A chance we've got to take, I guess. I mean, we are legacies, right?" Sam replied.
They reached the coordinates that Larry had given Sam a little after dawn. It took them to a large bunker. They got out of the impala and walked towards the entrance of the bunker which had an impressive door that looked like it belonged on a bank vault.
"When's the last time somebody was in this place?" Dean asked.
"Sixty-five, seventy years ago." Sam estimated.
"The anticipations killing me, boys. Shall we?" Sarah interjected.
Dean opened the box and took out the key before walking down a short flight of stairs to the door. He unlocked the door and the three of them walked inside the dark room, pulling out their flashlights and started to look around.
They shined their flashlights over a railing at the level below them, revealing 1950s-style communications equipment.
"Son of a bitch." Dean mumbled.
"You can say that again." Sarah said staring in amazement at her surroundings.
"Look at this. Ham radio, telegraph, switchboard. This was their nerve center." Sam added.
"Henry did say that they ran dispatch on their own team of hunters." Dean said, before he shined his flashlight on a table containing a chess board, ashtray, glass and a dirty coffee cup. "Wow. Halfway through their coffee and a game of chess – looks like whoever was manning the hub left quick."
"On the alarm call that ended the Men of Letters." Sam added.
Dean opened a switch box on the wall and pushed a lever. The lights come on.
Sam and Sarah walked down the stairs and looked around at the room, neither knowing what to say about what they saw. Dean pushed the other lever in the switch box and more lights come on.
"Whoa…" Sarah muttered in awe.
"Son of a bitch." Sam mumbled.
Dean joined them downstairs and they walked to the doorway of a large, attractively furnished room with bookshelves, polished wooden floors and large wooden tables.
"Guys, I think we found the Bat Cave." Dean gaped.