She knew she shouldn't meddle with them too much, it would only get her into more trouble. Look at last time! She got her arm broken! She had had to say goodbye to her mother too. They had helped her make that decision. Maybe meeting them hadn't been all bad. She had read to her mom one last time, and although she had decided all on her own to let it go in the end, it still had been too much. She had read to her mom one last time, went home, and locked herself in her room. It took her a while but she had finally made up her mind. She had packed all of her stuff, and now she found herself on the road, in her car, on her way to the bunker where her favourite boys would be. (Or maybe wouldn't, who knew)

"Ah there it is" she sighed as the place of her destination finally came into view. Seriously, the place looked like a dump. I mean seriously, who would expect such an awesome place would be behind a door which could have been the entrance to the sewer system.

As she walked to the door, she looked around, noticing the impala was no where in sight, insinuating the boys were out. She knew she wasn't gonna be able to pick the lock on this one. The place is a fortress considering security. Its a good thing she had been able to swipe the key when they weren't paying attention. She knew having a copy migh come in handy one day.
Still, she was anxious. For all SHE knew the bunker could recognise it was a fake and spit fire at her or something. She pressed her eyes closed, and her face scrunched up. She grasped the key tight as she turned it in its lock. She listened and waited.
Nothing happened.
She opened one eye, looking around. Still nothing.
"Guess its safe" she said as she pushed open the door. As she walked inside, a wave of stuffy air hit her.

"They should REALLY air this place sometime." And she decided to do just that. It was risky to just leave the door open like that, but hé, how could someone live like this.
It still seemed fairly clean as she moved further into the base. Except for the several books that were thrown around here and there, some food left-overs, wrapping papers.
Didn't these guys clean up? It seemed as if they just dropped everything and left.

"I should really sweep through all of this. Gives me a legit excuse to explore the place" she said, feeling content with her new plan.
First, she went back to her car parked right in front of the base. Getting her basic stuff, some of her bags from her car. She was SO going to claim one of the rooms in the back of the bunker as one of her own. Who wouldn't want to live in this place!? And its not like they were using it for anything either.
For now, she just put her stuff in the corner of the room, and went on a search for a bin. She found it stationed next to the big table in the middle. She stacked the open books on top of each other, never know if it is opened on something important, and moved on with throwing away all other trash found in the already half full bin.
Walking through the place, she noticed that is wasn't a very homely place. Yeah sure, it was a bunker so what would you expect, but after having been there for a while you'd assume at least some personal possesions would be laying around. Well, there was evidence people were living here, but no family pictures, no personal items.
She really started to feel like Snow white, cleaning up the house while the dwarves were gone, for them to come back home to a cleaned room and a sleeping girl in one of the beds. Although it was a little weird thinking of Sam the giant as a dwarf.
Once done, she put the bin back where she found it, and picked up her stuff. She had packed up all her stuff from the hotel room which she had temporarily called her home. Everything was now currently sitting in the trunk of her car and the backseat.

Now, with way too much stuff to carry in her arms, she stumbled down the hallway to the back. This was where the bedrooms were situated.

She fully intended to take back the room she had occupied when she came to visit a while back. She couldn't help but chuckle slightly when she passed the first room in the hallway.

On the door was written with big, clear letters: Dean's Room.

What was? A kid? Well, knowing his background, everything considered, this was probably the first real home Dean had known since his mother died.

It would probably the first home she would know since she was 12.
She finally reached the last door and felt a sense of relief wash over her when she opened the door to the recognisable interior.

It wasn't anything special. Just a plain room, a simple bed on one side and a simple desk on the other.
She couldn't help but get excited as she imagined how cool this place was gonna be once she was done redecorating it. She would have to take all of her stuff inside later that evening. She would be completely exhausted when done, but it would be worth it.

"Be careful" Sam said to Castiel, as he tried to help him out of the Impala. As soon as he was standing on his feet, he let his full weight rest against Sam.

Dean got out of the drivers seat and rushed to the other side to help his little brother support the injured angel.

"Here, let me take him. Cas, try to lean on me" Dean told Cas, as he put an arm Castiel. He turned toward his brother.
"Sammy, go find the first-aid kit, we will have to bandage this wound. It doesn't seem to heal like it normally would" he explained, as het ried to support Cas' full weight.
Sam let go of Cas, looking at Dean doubtfully, eyes full of worry for their friend.

"Okay, hurry up Dean" he said, as he dashed down the stairs into their bunker.

"Okay Cas, we gotta move inside now. We're gonna patch you up, alright?" Dean softly spoke to Cas, as he slightly reajusted his weight. He started to guide or slightly drag Castiel to the place they now called home.

"Dea-Dean.." Dean heard in Cas's low, hoarse voice, as a hand softly grabbed the front of his shirt.
It sounded way too soft and way too weak for Castiel, angel of the Lord. Dean didn't like it one bit.
"Sshhh Cas. It's gonna be alright. Sammy is going to patch you up."
Dean slowly moved them both down the stairs and he widely opened the already unlocked front door. They moved inside, the door closing behind them.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled, without even looking around for his brother, too busy trying to make sure Cas was alright while het ried to sit him down in one of the chairs in the middle of the room.
"SAM!" he called again, as he got no answer, but with more desperation in his voice this time.

"Yeah, I'm here" Sam finally answered, as he reentered teh room, bandages in hand.

"Let me take a look at the wound" Sam said as he crouched down in front of Cas. He tried to move the shirt, but quickly retracted his hand when Castiel some grunted noises in pain.

"I won't be able to work like this Dean. I think he has a huge gash on his stomach and he might need some stitches. Let me go and get my stuff from the car. In the mean while, you try to get him out of his shirt."
Dean looked at him, calculating. "Well, whatever, just hurry up!" Dean said as he slowly started to lift Castiel's armsto rid him of the bloodied trench coat.
"Okay buddy, lets get you out of these torn clothes alright." He said, throwing the coat to the side.
Cas made a noise in pain, eyes unfocussed, when Dean bent down in front of him to unbutton the shirt.
Carefully, one by one, he worked on the buttons, untill finally the shirt gave way.

The wound that was formerly hidden behind that shirt was truely gruesome. Dean had seen many injuries in his life, but none quite like this.
It seemed as if someone had torn right through the flesh with their bare hands.
"… Cas, what the hell happened to you man."
Castiel finally looked up at him and grunted: "C-Crowley."
Dean's worried expression immediately into one of utter rage.
"CROWLEY did this to you!?" he growled in full-on rage now. "I swear, I'm gonna rip that son of a bitch appart one day."
He felt his anger slightly die down, when he felt a soft tug on his shirt, and looked down to see Cas struggling to get out a sentence.
"Not…not just him. N-Naomi-" "Ohyeah that's just great! Not just the King of Hell after us, but now the dicks with wings too" Dean cut him off.

Sam decided to reenter ont hat particular moment with a: "weeeelll, practically speaking, she doesn't really have a-"
Dean cut him of with a roll of his eyes and a "I really don't wanna think about that Sammy".

"Just patch him up alright?"

As Sam bend down to tend to Cas's wound, Dean just started wandering around. He heard the occasional grunt coming from behind him. Cas was a tough guy, he didn't even flich when Dean had stabbed him right in the heart that first time they met. This injury had really done some damage, to leave Cas in such a state.
And then something caught his eye.

"…Hey Sammy.."

"hmmm..?" was the only reply. Sam didn't even bother to look, too engrossed in his current activity, namely stitching up Cas's torn open belly.
"Sam, did you clean up the books before we left?" Dean asked. Sam didn't even have to think on that. They had all been left opened on the table, in case they needed more information.
"No I just left them there. Why is that important?"

"Sammy!? Since when do we have a plasma tv!?"

That made Sam look up. When he turned around, he saw Dean had pulled out his gun and was staring at the big device, nicely stationed on one of the corner tables to the side.

He followed Dean's lead and took out his gun as well.

He almost forgot he was trying to stitch Cas up, and quickly turned around.
"Cas I'll be right back, we gotta check this out."

And so they pushed past the chairs, rushing into first room, the kitchen, kicking the door open and running inside, checking all sides. It was clear.
They went on to the next room. Again nothing.

They moved back to the table, at which Cas was still sitting, looking confused.

A sudden sound behind them, made them twirl around, guns raised.

"Guys, what the hell are you doing, making so much noise in the middle of the night..?"

Standing there, in her PJs and red hair slightly messy she was.

Both Sam and Dean stared at her in surprise. "Charlie!?"

Author's Note:

Hi, this is my first fanfiction for this fandom. I have no clue if its any good, but please let me know if you like it and if you would like me to continue.