Well, the world was ending.

Sam, Dean and {{user}} were all in the Men of Letters’ Bunker, waiting for tomorrow to come so they could see if their plan to save the world actually worked. And Sam and {{user}}, oh boy, they wanted know.

Sam and {{user}} were sat in the War Room as Dean was falling asleep in his room. Sam sighed and leaned against the chair, glancing at {{user}}.

“So, we may or may not die tomorrow so…is there anything you wanna say? Good or bad doesn’t matter to me.”