As the Impala rumbled down the hallway, the girls quietly shoved together in the backseat, Sara reflected on the morning. After a tearful goodbye with Jody, who was planning on coming to the Bunker to check up on them once every two weeks or so, the girls had loaded some of their things into Gavin's truck and got into the Impala themselves.

The giant truck kept good pace with the Impala all the way to the Bunker, which is not what Sara was expecting. Overgrown grass, faded warding, and nuclear towers seemed a little extreme. But she'd lived in dumpsters before, so who was she to judge?

Gavin, Sam, and Dean carried their bags, allowing the girls to take in the surprise that laid below the rough exterior of the bunker.

"Alright," Dean called as he headed for the bedrooms. "Six bedrooms. Sam's is there, the one across is mine. Claire, you're in Cas's room, Alex, you're in our old buddy Kevin's, and Sara, that one belonged to our friend Charlie. One last guest room for whoever is running in and out. Showers are at the far end of the hall. Kitchen is that way, library is that way, dungeon is that way. Ground rules, stay outta my booze, don't leave without one of us, and if it looks dangerous, it probably is. Questions?"

"There's a dungeon?" Alex asked.

"There's booze?" Claire asked.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look, each took a deep breath, and dropped the girls stuff on the table.

"Go nuts," Dean said.

Sara didn't know who Charlie was, but she gathered she must have be – or have been – quite important to the Winchesters. The room was cozy but dusty, as though someone had spent time in it occasionally but then suddenly quit. A worn, comfortable looking knit blanket covered the bed, with Lord of the Rings pillow cases and a comic book blanket at the end of the bed. A Hermione Granger bobblehead sat still on the nightstand, beside an ancient, worn copy of "The Hobbit."

Charlie had taped pictures above her dresser – she was very pretty, Sara acknowledged, and always smiling. In one picture she was in a yellow beater car wearing retro sunglasses, Dean in the passenger seat wearing an identical pair. In another picture, she was sitting at the table in the Bunker, playing with a paper fortune teller with Castiel, who was looking at it intently. Other pictures adorned the wall, some featuring Sam and Dean and Cas, some from comic cons and conventions.

Sara opened the dresser drawer and frowned upon finding three books, seemingly from a series.

Supernatural: Bugs by Carver Edlund

Supernatural: Bad Day at Black Rock by Carver Edlund

Supernatural: Heaven and Hell by Carver Edlund

Sara was surprised to find the books were about Sam and Dean, and occasionally Castiel. Charlie had highlighted things she found funny and had scribbled notes. There was a list in the back of one, titled "Sam's Biggest Eff Ups" and another list called "Dean's Biggest Eff Ups." Sam was currently leading by two points.

Shaking her head, she put the books back and unpacked.

Claire wasn't surprised at all by Castiel's bedroom – boring bedspread on the perfectly made bed. A small TV sat on the dresser along with a list containing the Netflix and Hulu usernames and passwords. There were only two pictures in the room – one was the one Claire had found at Singer's Salvage, the one of Sam, Dean, Cas, and a few others Claire didn't recognize (though she assumed the surely man in the wheelchair must be Bobby Singer himself). The other picture, surprisingly, was a tattered photo from Claire's fourth grade picture day that her dad carried around in his wallet. It was in a small frame by the bed, and Claire felt a pang of pain in her chest.

On the back of the door, though, is what Claire teared up at. It was the ancient car calendar Jimmy Novak had kept for so long.

Alex took her time unpacking, closing the door and looking around. A Princeton University quilt laid on the bed. Stacks of notebooks were piled in the corner of the room, along with notes and papers and pictures taped to the wall above them. On the dresser was a framed picture of Kevin Tran and his mother. Alex held it up, smiling at it for a moment before putting it on the nightstand where she'd be able to see it. She neatly organized her drawer, set her laptop up at the desk, and sat on the bed, dialing a number into her cell phone.

He picked up almost immediately, as always. "Hey."

"Guess where I am," Alex grinned, leaning back on the quilt and staring up at the ceiling.

"Disney World?"

"Haha." She smiled again. "Better. I'm in your old bedroom."

"That's embarrassing. Is that Princeton quilt still in there?"

"Mm-hm. It's nice."

"Mom bought it."

Alex smiled and rolled onto her stomach. "Sorry I didn't call earlier," she said as she played with a strand of her hair. "Things have been . . . busy. I miss you, Kev."

"Hey, I get it. It's not easy being in a long distance friendship with a ghost," Kevin joked. "But I miss you, too."

Alex reflected back to the day where she'd been minding her own business in her room when suddenly a young man appeared next to her. She'd yelped and jumped up, reaching for the salt, before he explained that he was the ghost of Kevin Tran, a dead prophet whose mother happened to be visiting Jody Mills regarding something about some demon named Crowley.

It had taken some getting used to. They spent a long time talking – even though he couldn't use the phone easily, he could "possess" it in a way, projecting himself through the satellite waves so that it was as though they were having a regular phone conversation. They'd only touched each other once, when Kevin had really concentrated and had been able to touch her hand for about six seconds before fading.

Kevin had become one of Alex's closest friends, and if he were, well, alive . . .

But he wasn't, and she was.

"You and your mom should visit the bunker soon," Alex remarked as she lay back on the bed, contemplating a nap.

"Maybe. She's trying to keep busy, hoping from one place to another for conferences. I have to keep myself amused by haunting hotel guests at various Hiltons."

Alex laughed, and sat up when there was a knock on the door.

"Someone's here," she said. "I'll call you back later."

"Alright. See you, Alex."

Alex hung up and called "Come in!"

Claire poked her head in. "Sorry, sounded like you were on the phone with someone. Pizza?"

Alex nodded, jumping up and following her foster sister. Sam and Dean were already sat at the table, paper plates being passed out. Sara asked Dean something about bugs and he face palmed so hard that Claire snorted laughing. They listened intently as Gavin descried training to be a ship's captain by working on a whaling boat. It would have been a normal, fun evening between a regular family, except for that two were monster hunters, one was from the seventeen hundreds, one was raised by vampires, one had a sort of angel dad, and one was half demon.