{{user}} and Dean were in the bunker's archive, organizing stuff and moving them around. It was the best thing they could do since they had to hunts and Sam was away working a case with Eileen.

Dean was looking at one of the old files from the older days when the Men of Letters were around and still lived in the bunker.

Dean went through the papers of the file. It was about one of their experiments.

A trickle of blood fell on the paper. "What...?" Dean muttered under his breath.

Dean frowned in confusion, touching the drop of blood that reddened the paper, smudging some of the words.

Dean then touched his nose where the blood dripped from. "Son of a..."