The bunker was huge. It had numerous corridors lined with various rooms and it's own garage. Near the entrance was a hallway which led to the main sitting area which Dean called the 'living room'. It had a long table with a few chairs and the walls were lined with bookshelves, each filled with Men of Letters books detailed on their findings and various monsters they had come across.

They gave you a brief tour of the place, assigned you a room of your own and explained a bit about the men of letters.

"We're legacies. And you are too, your a woman of letters." Sam was cheerful.

You merely nodded. You didn't particularly like being underground and it made you feel uneasy. You also weren't sure what to make of the 'dungeon'.

It had been just over 2 weeks since you had arrived at the bunker and you sat at the edge of your new bed and looked at your new room. Everything was different and you had endured a lot of changes since first meeting your brothers.

You grabbed your jacket and began heading for the stairs that led out when Sam blocked your path.

"Where are you going?"

"For some fresh air. It's a little claustrophobic in here."

"I'll come with you."

"I don't need a babysitter you know!" You snapped.

"I just thought you might like some company is all." Sam looked wounded.

You rolled your eyes and stomped up the stairs, slamming the door behind you as you left.

You hated the bunker and now you realised it was in the middle of nowhere. You decided to go for a wander around and calm yourself down. Dean had been extremely annoying since you had all arrived at the bunker and he and Cas had disappeared on a 'case' leaving you and Sam alone. Sam kept hovering around you checking you were 'ok' but you couldn't help but feel something was off. Way off. And you had a gut feeling it involved you.

You wandered around aimlessly for over and hour, lost in thought. You stopped after almost falling over a large branch that had fallen and realised you were lost. You tried back tracking but because you had wandered all over the place you only got lost even more.

"Great." You sighed helplessly.

In the not so far distance you could hear snapping twigs. You knew there could be all sorts of wild animals nearby and you were beginning to fear one was stalking you as the snapping got closer and closer. You had nothing to defend yourself with and considered running.

"Y/N. There you are." Sam appeared from around a tree several feet away.

You jumped a mile but breathed a sigh of relief that you weren't about to become some predators meal.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Sam asked a little exasperated.

"I went for a walk but er kinda got lost." You admitted a little embarrassed.

"Well it's going to be dark soon so maybe we should head back. Come on."

You nodded then followed Sam back to the bunker quietly.

Once you had both returned you had headed straight to your room, got into your night wear and regretted it as you hadn't eaten anything. You put on a plush dressing gown Dean had given you and headed for the kitchen. Your stomach was growling up a storm as you rooted through the cupboards for something to eat.

"You know if your hungry I can make us some soup."

You hadn't even heard Sam enter the kitchen and judging by his expression he had been watching you for a little while. You sat down at the kitchen table while Sam did you some soup.

"Try this." He handed you a steaming bowl of chicken soup.

You carefully placed it on the table and scooped some up with your spoon. You gently blew on it to cool enough to taste.

"It's delicious!"

Sam smiled brightly and sat down opposite you with a bowl of his own.

"How did you learn to make something so tasty?" You ask between mouthfuls.

"Mums recipe. I must have inherited her cooking skills."

"Sorry. It must be hard bringing her up."

"No it's fine. Honestly. She died when I was a baby. I did meet her in the past once though. She was a badass." Sam laughed.

"Was she a hunter?"

"Yeah, she was born and raised into it."

Sam told you more about their family and you listened intently. Some of the things he told you were a little funny but most were of death and tragic endings.

"Well I don't know about you but i'm tired so i'm going to bed. Get some sleep." He placed his bowl by the kitchen sink and pattered out the room.

You followed suite and no sooner had you gotten into bed you allowed your droopy eyes to close.

You were running from something in a dark forest, panting and sweating heavily. You looked around for your brothers, certain they had followed you.

You tripped over something and fell. It was Sam. His eyes were open but he wasn't breathing.

"Sam!" You called out.

You saw another lifeless body just ahead and ran over to find Dean also dead.

"No!"

You woke up abruptly, your nightmare still playing in your mind. You quickly reassured yourself that you were safe and got dressed before heading down to the main living area. It was eerily quiet and empty. You wandered into the kitchen. Also empty. Next you looked in Sams room. Empty.

With your nightmare still fresh in your mind you began to panic.

"Sam! Sam! Where are you?" You called out desperately.

You frantically ran along the corridors searching for him.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Sam appeared from the shower room rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

"Thank god." You ran straight to him and hugged him tightly.

"Hey are you ok?"

"Yeah, just couldn't find you was all." You backed up a little trying to act normal.

"I was in the shower. You sure your ok?"

"Fine. Dean and Cas still not checked in?" You swiftly changed the subject.

"No but some cases do take a while." He looked at you suspiciously.

"So wanna game of chess?"

You and Sam spent most of the afternoon playing chess. He beat you in every game but you were still determined you would win at least one match.

"Sam!" Deans voice echoed through the bunker.