MEN OF LETTERS BUNKER – NIGHT

The bunker is quiet, except for the low hum of fluorescent lights. DEAN WINCHESTER sits at the map table, a beer in one hand, flipping through a lore book. The sound of footsteps echoes down the hall.

Dean freezes, his hunter instincts kicking in. His hand moves subtly toward the pistol on the table.

The footsteps grow louder. Then, you step into the doorway.

He smirked “Well, look who decided to show up.”