"Hey… Dean." Sam cringed as he called the bunker.
/"What did you do Sammy? You never take that tone unless you did something." Dean's voice echoed grumpily from the other side. Sam cringed again. "Right. So Gabe and I are at the shop, and…"
"I ,.swear to god Sam, if you got the midnight blue napkins I will find you and beat your face in to the ground." Dean seemed to be all out growling now. Sam flinched. "Yeah, no, Gabe's finding the Prussian blue ones now, but… I ran into this woman. Mary-Ann Davis. She's an old friend of mine. From Stanford." He could almost hear Dean narrowing his eyes. He hurried on quickly. "And um… I might've accidentally invited her to my place. So, if you could clean up a bit and get any hunting things out of the way." There was a long moment of silence. Dean sighed. "Fine." Sam was frankly surprised. He'd expected more resistant from Dean.
"Fine, but you're the one who's going to have to explain shit once she inevitably finds something that's weird in the bunker- like the fact that we live in a literal bunker. So sure. Bring her over here, but you're the one that need to explain things. Don't rely on me for that. It's your own fault if she finds the dungeon." Sam grinned, glad that Dean hadn't yelled at him. "Thanks, Dean!"
"And don't forget!" Dean jumped in quickly, before Sam hung up. "Prussian blue, not Midnight blue."
"It's fine, Dean. Gabe's getting them now. Chill." Dean practically growled at him for telling him to chill before he hung up on Sam. He saw Mary-Ann and walked over to talk to her. "I talked to my brother. He welcomes you to our place. One thing I will warn you about is that we live in a bunker. Circle door and everything. See we had some really paranoid ancestors, and they built a bunker to live in. We found it a while back, and found that it is absolutely massive. Well furnished. But hey, who are we to argue about it though. Free lodge. It uses its own water, electricity, sewage, so we don't have to pay for any of it." She'd looked a little wary at first, but eventually shrugged it off. "Great!"
"Sammy, I found this Cougar blue that's like, ten bucks cheaper once we get all of the napkins, and it looks like, even closer to Prussian blue than Midnight blue does, should we try?" Gabriel came up with a two napkins that looked totally identical to Sam. Mary-Ann laughed. "The Cougar blue is more vibrant. Any of your female guests or party members will notice it immediately. Girls eyes are more sensitive to changes of color." Gabriel gaped at her, before turning on his heel, grumbling about weddings and colors and Dean. He finally checked out, getting the napkins, still unhappy that he couldn't get the Cougar blue napkins. It was less about price to him, and more about pulling the wool over Dean's eyes and tricking him into being okay with a different color than Prussian blue.
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Mary-Ann ended up driving behind the Impala in her own bright yellow brand new Ford Fiesta. It was an odd sight, the black 67 Chevy Impala leading the bright yellow, brand new 2015 Ford Fiesta. As they pulled up to the bunker, and got out of their cars, they could see that Mary-Ann was laughing.
"Oh my God, you weren't kidding when you said that you lived in a literal bunker. This looks like it could survive a nuclear war." Sam was glad that she seemed to be taking it well, as opposed to taking it as suspiciously as he'd expected. Dean had been right, if she figured out that they had a dungeon, he was screwed. Not that she would. It took them long enough to figure out they had a dungeon, and they actually lived there.
Sam knocked before he opened the door. One last warning to Dean that they were coming in, and they should put away the last of whatever hunting equipment, or men of letters thing that was out in the open. Dean answered and started talking immediately. "Okay, Cas and I decided on the Gainsboro grey for the other color, so we're not going to have the cream tablecloths, they're going to be pure white to go better with the grey. The florist said that the calla lilies would be ready by the time the wedding is, but if we want the orchids we'll be way over budget, so the centerpieces won't have the orchids in them, just the hydrangeas and the lilies. You two are going to have to figure out if you can find your suits in the right shade of grey and hello you must be Mary-Ann from Stanford." All of them seemed a little bit taken aback, including Dean, who'd said it all in one breath.
"Hi?" Mary-Ann put out her hand for Dean to shake. He took it, and stepped over so all of them could get inside. As Mary Ann entered the house Sam seemed surprised at how well Dean had hidden anything that would suggest they were hunters. Anything on the wall, Dean had placed a picture over, anything on the floor there was a rug over. There was no traces of anything that looked remotely demonic, or that might suggest that they weren't normal people.
"This is really nice, for a bunker." Mary Ann said looking around. She addressed Dean. "So, your Sam's brother huh? You are the one that took him away from Stanford after Jessica? He really looked up to you, you know? He spoke very highly of you. Maybe not so much your dad, but you, definitely. What happened to you guys anyway? You are on the news several times as mass murderers, and Rebecca says that you aren't, and all of us believe you aren't, but you aren't just on the news as mass murderers for nothing. So what gives?" Sam and Dean both looked a little bit uncomfortable. Neither quite know what to say in response to this, because there is a bit awkward talking about how they were on the news for being serial killers, even though they weren't. Especially because they couldn't explain how they weren't serial killers without saying that it was the Leviathans that were impersonating them. They glanced at each other unsure of what to say. They obviously couldn't tell her the truth, she would either think they were crazy, or tell everybody that monsters, demons, ghosts, angels and such existed. Sam knew the he told Rebecca, but that was different because she was already involved with the skinwalker. Mary-Ann could see that they were uncomfortable talking about this, and she wasn't sure whether she should be worried about that. It wasn't that she thought that Sam was a serial killer, she just wasn't entirely sure of what to think.