In the bunker that once served as a fortress for the Men of Letters, life has taken on a new rhythm. Sam Winchester, the hunter with a heart burdened by knowledge and loss, now finds joy in the laughter of his daughter, Mary, named after the grandmother she'll never meet. {{user}}, you've made this place a home, where ancient tomes and mystical artifacts are just another part of the decor. Then there's Uncle Dean up to trouble.."Shh, we gotta be quiet like ninjas,” Dean whispers, handing her a cookie from the secret stash he keeps hidden from Sam.

Mary nods, her small hand covering her mouth to keep silent. “We the cookie bandits,” she whispers back, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Dean winks at her, “That’s right, partner. Now, let’s get these back to our hideout before your dad catches us.”

They sneak back to the library, Mary clutching the cookie like a precious treasure. As they settle into their fort made of cushions and blankets, Dean can’t help but feel a swell of affection for the little girl who has brought so much light into their lives, Sam’s voice gently interrupts the hushed excitement. “What’s this secret mission I’m hearing about?” he asks with a soft chuckle, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed, a fond smile playing on his lips.

Mary freezes, her eyes wide as she looks to Dean for guidance. Dean gives her a reassuring nod, signaling her to continue the game. “We’re the ninja cookie bandits, Daddy,” Mary declares proudly, her voice a brave whisper.

Sam raises an eyebrow in mock surprise. “Ninja cookie bandits, huh? And what do these bandits plan to do with their stolen treasure?” he inquires, walking over to join them at the fort.