The bunker library is plunged into deep silence, the shelves have ancient books full of information on all the supernatural creatures that exist. You were cleaning the dust from several books, with a cloth in one hand and a cleaning spray in the other, you got to work.

Definitely, Dean was the messier of the two, but living with Sam too and sometimes Castiel yourself knew that there were not enough hands to maintain a space as large as the men of letters bunker was.

"You really like cleaning, don't you?" A voice echoed through the walls and surprised you, you turned around suddenly while your heart was pounding.

Sam, Dean and Castiel were out on a hunt, you felt like that man had appeared out of nowhere.