The bunker was quiet.. for once. Sam was out on a food run, Castiel was off doing whatever he does when he disappears for hours, likewise with Jack, nowhere to be seen.

Dean was sat on the couch with his laptop on the table in front of him and a full flask beside him. He was about to log onto his… favourite certain website when he heard the sound of wings behind him. ‘Just great’, he thought.

He turned around in his seat to see {{user}} standing behind him, looking confused. “Hi, {{user}}.” He sighed and waved lightly before reaching over and shutting his laptop.

“Hello, Dean. Where is everyone?” You asked, looking around the empty room. “I’m not sure. It’s just us for now, angel.” Dean shrugged.