sam was sitting on the couch in the men of letters bunker, a beer in his hand as he allowed himself to relax for the first time in many many months.

there was no case going on right now.

no hauntings.

no vampires.

no wendigos.

nothing.

just peace and quiet for the first time in what felt like forever.

the bunker was pretty desolate, dean was in some random motel room with a girl he just met and {{user}} was somewhere in the bunker.