Many weeks had passed since you first met the Winchesters and came to live at the bunker and had left it only a handful of times. Generally, you had felt and been pretty safe. Attention towards you was dying down according to Cas and no catastrophic event had occurred with you in the center. You were still no closer to discovering the purpose of the vision, although Cas had mysteriously remarked that it may not be nefarious in nature. Of course he had refused to elaborate on what he meant or why he thought so.

Life with the Winchesters was never boring. Whether it was working on cases or just mulling about the bunker, the three of you had grown close. Although you felt closest to Dean, Sam and you had a lot in common.

"Look at you nerds." Dean remarked, smirking at the pile of books you and Sam had in front of you. "You're not even doing research!"

"Not everyone lacks appreciation for books Dean." Sam countered. "Some of us enjoy reading."

"Yeah, like I said, nerds. Well, I'm glad you have someone to share your enthusiasm with anyhow. Makes up for me taking you away from law school, depriving the world of a lawyer."

"Yeah, well I think saving the world is an acceptable alternative"

"Grad school was my alternative," you laugh.

"Do you mean you wanted to go to law school too?" Sam asks, face alight with excitement.

"Yup. But then I fell in love with academia. Not sure how much I regret not going."

"Wow! It has been so long since I talked about things as simple as school and careers. Never thought I'd feel like that Sam again."

"And I never thought I'd be sitting in a different universe talking to fictional characters, but here we are."

"You know it hurts to hear you invalidate our existence by calling us fictional characters?"

"Cry me a river, Sam."

Grinning, Sam leans back and returns to his book. Dean watches from a distance. He had never felt jealous of Sam for his academic achievements before. But now, seeing the two of you bonding over something he had never had the chance to be a part of, he felt a stinging emotion that surprised him. He chose to ignore it. Instead he grabbed his jacket and walked towards the door.

"I'm grabbing burgers," he called.

"Dude, we've had them three days in a row. I'll have a salad." Sam replied.

Dean looks at you.

"Don't forget my fries." You remind him.

Grinning, Dean leaves, happy to know that maybe you and him and plenty in common too.

You and Sam are still sifting through the manuscripts when Dean returns.

"Foods here!" He calls from the kitchen.

Suddenly you and Sam notice you're both starving and jump up at the thought of food. In the kitchen, you grab plates and Sam grabs drinks, helping Dean set the table. That's one thing you've come to appreciate about the Winchesters, they were surprisingly domestic. Dean in particular insisted meals be done properly whenever possible. Normally you would all pitch in to help but today he waves you off after lunch.

"You two get back to your book club, I got this." He says, grabbing dishes and making his way to the sink. "But wash your hands before you go, they're historic artefacts."

You're skimming a large volume on Djinn when Dean returns to the library.

"Thought you guys might be bored by now."

"They're handwritten illuminated manuscripts Dean. How can you not be interested? For example, this one -, " But the rest of your sentence is cut off as Dean interjects.

"This one talks about various kinds of Djinn and their origins, I know. Hey I read ok? I just don't get off on it like you two."

"It's more than the contents to me. It's the fact that someone sat down to write these words and paint pictures with gold, all by hand hundreds of years ago that's fascinating. We can never meet, but somehow all those years later we're connected because I'm holding this book."

Dean looks at you intently.

"I'd never thought about it like that" He replies. "I get it now, sort of. Personally, I would like to feel connected via something cool like a sword or a dagger."

He suddenly gets up looking excited.

"We have several of both. Wanna come see my idea of a relic?"

"Definitely!" You exclaim, following Dean down the hall.

Sam stays seated, smiling at how happy his brother looks. Happier than he's seemed in a long time.