A/N: Happy New Year everyone! Now, because the break has offered me a lot of time to dive into new things, and because I'd been slowly working my way through to the end of this story, I've decided to wrap this up, post the last three chapters, and call it an end. So thank you so much for reading this, I am indebted to you for all your kind words. Thank You!
If you've liked this story, and want to read more, I'm working on three supernatural stories for this new year. The Brothers Winchester is a Jane Austen-esque story keeping with the feel of the brother (I hope) but in a different world. The Secret of Life: Divine Intervention is a Supernatural/Forever crossover dealing with Doctor Morgans immortality and Mary being back in the world. And finally Bye Bye Miss American Pie is a story inspired by the song American Pie and dealing with this limbo kind of area the boys are in with regards to Chuck, their roles in future plans, and how they can deal with the uncertainty of knowing 'what's next when God is known to you'.
If you are at all interested please check them out, if not, enjoy these last chapters and thank you once again, so so much, for reaching. Cheers!
Chapter 38: The Bunker
Mary jumped out of her seat as her boys walked into the kitchen, followed by two strangers, and looked like hell had slightly warmed over. They'd pulled into the bunker garage unnoticed and reset all of the alarms, some of which had been redesigned by God himself to keep out the Men of Letters, and they made their way into the building that they called home. It was still very early in the morning, they'd driven all night, but Mary was awake with the weight of her decisions and the 30 years of being dead.
"I wasn't expecting you so soon," Mary said as she hugged them.
"It's been a long night of ghost busting, all I want now is sleep," Dean said as he rested his head on his mom's shoulder and almost fell over when she laughed and moved slightly.
"He was digging, so yeah back breaking work but I was ghost busting," Sam corrected as he hugged his mom. "And he slept most of the drive here."
"It is understandable that you should all be tired," Mary said and smiled at the new comers. "Hello."
"This is Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, they followed us here," Dean added mockingly as he made a half ditch effort at an introduction. "This is our mom Mary, she's also back from the dead," he added and looked around. "And yes, technically she is younger than we are but she was dead for thirty years, and stayed dead, so... Where's dear old grand dad?" He asked when Samuel hadn't appeared and to relieve the awkwardness that he's been at fault for starting.
"Still in bed, I assume, it's only 6AM," Mary answered. "Hello, welcome to...I guess this is our home?" She added and greeted Mulder and Scully for the first time with hand shakes.
"Well he's got some explaining to do...he can sleep though, I want to sleep a few more hours before dealing with drama," Dean said, kissed his mom on the cheek and then disappeared.
"There are several rooms, I'll get our friends settled and I'll be back," Sam said to his mother, sympathetically, and then tried to maneuvered Mulder and Scully out of the kitchen.
"Don't mind the late 40s decor, this is how we found it," Dean added as he popped back into the kitchen and made a b-line for the refrigerator. "And really, why change it if you have monsters, and heaven and hell, to deal with?" He continued as he rummaged around with the doors wide open.
"We're not cooling all of Kansas," His mother quipped to get him to shut the fridge doors.
Scully giggled at the scolding and nodded her approval to the mother before her.
"Can I make you all breakfast before you sleep?" Mary asked as she moved toward her son and the assaulted appliance. "That way you can settled in and get your new friends acclimatized to the bunker," she offered in a voice that was more an order then a suggestion.
"Sure," Dean said with a sigh. "This way," he added and joined his brother and their guests.
"Thank you for having us," Scully said just before she was rushed out after Mulder and the boys.
"So this is the library," Dean said as they walked in and walked right on through it. "This is a map, this is a table, these are files not just from the Men of Letters but stuff that my nerd brother has accumulated over years of hunting. This is a hallway, this is my room," he spoked quickly as they moved on and then he stopped and stood in his own doorway.
"This is the bunker's dormitory wing. There is a shower room down the hall and multiple extra rooms for people to use when they come here," Sam continued in much more detail than his brother as he opened a couple of doors and offered the rooms to Mulder and Scully. "They are clean, I promise, just really outdated, and we don't have a lot of company, generally speaking and given the nature of our work, but you're welcome to these rooms," he said and his tone was apologetic.
"This will be just fine Sam, thank you," Scully said as she entered one of the rooms and turned back graciously to the man who had saved her life.
"You literally have a bat cave," Mulder said excitedly as his fatigued made way for his curiosity.
"Yes we do, with dungeons and weapons and all manners of equipment," Dean said with enthusiasm. "You're welcome to peruse all of the stuff in the library. Other rooms, however, are dangerous and you should be chaperoned by someone who knows what's being store in the boxes, and when I say that I mean Sam because he's the one who knows about all the curses and spells that protect much of the dangerous material that is housed here. It's all just stuff to me."
"Stuff?" Mulder asked as he turned to Sam.
"There are storage facilities for cursed items and even some very dangerous creatures. Not really something we can go into when tired," Sam answered, "and not when you're sleep deprived because that's when mistakes in handling can occur and we'd have a situation on our hands that I'm just not prepared to deal with right now."
"Got it," Mulder said as Scully came back out of the room she'd been shown into.
"So how about a short tour before breakfast?" Sam offered as another door in the hallway opened and Skinner stepped out.
"Hey boss man," Mulder greeted the man who looked angry and groggy and whom usually gave orders to these people on a professional level but rarely saw them on this formal a terms.
"They brought you back here?" Skinner asked as he straightened himself out. "Why would you do that?" He asked as he looked at Dean.
"For the same reason you got us involved in the first place; to help them out," Dean answered. "Why would you lie to them especially when they've seen so much of this world and you have the knowledge and ability to assist them? Isn't that, like, your job or something?" He asked accusingly.
"Because they aren't hunters," Skinner answered shortly. "I've been protecting them."
"Well they are hunters now, and probably have been for a very long time," Sam said to end the argument, or at least to get himself and their guests out of the line of fire. "Come on, back to the library where we can start to cross reference some of your files on the Men of Letters," Sam added to Mulder and Scully and lead them away from his sleep deprived brother and accidentally awake and always angry grandfather.
"This was your idea in the first place and you sent them out without a clue," Dean accused when Sam had safely removed their guests. "We found them hunting werewolves without knowing the lore and then got them neck deep in a haunting case. And all this time you had two perfectly capable hunters that just needed some guidance, but you stayed silent and let them endanger themselves. Well done gramps. Bang up job, Assistant Director Skinner. How long are you staying?" Dean asked angrily.
"As long as Mary needs me," Samuel's warning came through the Skinner facade.
"Right, because she's the only family you have, or seem to care about," Dean said, turned into his room and slammed the door.