Cas had said they were popping directly to the Men of Letters bunker. The best pace to start, at the very least.
"Is it always...this dark in this magic bunker?" Millie couldn't help but ask.
"Hang on." She heard a pop, another pop, then clicks. Each click was followed by lights sparking to life.
"Wow. This is...a lot of books."
"No books in the...uh..." Cas started as he made his way down the main stairs.
"You can say closet." She smirked at him over her shoulder. "And...not really. Mostly just Chuck's writings... Then I fell down the fanfiction rabbit hole."
He reached her and gave her a slightly pained look. "I've...heard about some of those stories..."
"Uh huh," she laughed. "So...I'm guessing no one's home..."
"It does appear so." He walked down the next couple stairs aiming towards the back. "I'll look around, just to make sure." He stopped and turned back. "Don't...move."
She just amusingly glared at him. "Don't move at all? Or don't wander off?"
He gave her a slightly less amused grumble. "Just...I'll be right back."
As the angel disappeared around the corner, Millie sauntered down and over to a bookcase. She ran her hand along the spines, taking in all the titles. She was beginning to hope the search for Chuck took a while. And maybe also hoping Cas would just leave her safely tucked away here...to read away...
Eager to see what other interesting topics were there, she started to cross to the other side. Something on the table had her pausing. They were scratches. Purposeful ones obviously. Castiel and Jack - not initials, not shocking. SW and DW - the brothers Winchester. Again, duh.
Her fingers danced over the MW delicately. Probably - most definitely for Mary. Not Millie. Because Millie didn't really exist. But she started imagining what it might have been like... If she had been there, older brothers encouraging her to add to the memorable markings.
Thankfully, Cas came back and she was easily distracted away from never-gonna-happen daydreams. "Any clues?" she asked, brushing her hand off the table and inconspicuously checking her fingers for dust.
"It's odd..." He walked up and had very clearly not caught her curious gazes at the table. "The Impala is in the garage."
"Thought it was Dean's car..."
"Well, it was Dean's baby, yes. But it was their father's car. I would think Sam would still be using it."
"Or maybe...he took a different car, because it...this place...reminds him of his fallen brother."
Cas gave her a curious gaze. "Perhaps. I'm just...surprised. Although...I guess it isn't the first time..."
"It's the first time it's stuck." Millie shrugged. "As in - definite. No coming back. Could mean not only is he not here, but he might not even be... Well, no family, no business."
"But he has family." Curious gaze turned a bit stern. "I still believe he deserves to know that."
"Your definition of deserve, I think, is different than mine in this instance."
The angel took in her determined look and decided it wasn't worth the argument. "It's late. And it's been a long day. Are you hungry at all?"
"Don't think that's kicked in just yet," she grinned.
"I'm sure it will by the morning. Let's...call it for tonight. Sleep and..."
"Maybe things will look different?" The grin turned to a smirk.
"Yes."
"Well...that'll be hard, since you don't sleep. And I most likely won't sleep long." She turned to wander off. Castiel just watcher her go, shaking his head.
Winchesters...