Dean pulled up to the bunker, his Baby’s humming engine coming to a quick stop as He withdrew his keys from the ignition. The man slipped outside of the driver’s seat, grabbing his pie before closing and locking the black metallic door behind him.

After embracing the night's air, Dean huffed, running a hand through his sweaty hair before walking to the entrance of the bunker and trudging inside. After hours and hours, he was finally back home.

Sam had chosen to continue working on the case for tonight, while Dean decided to stop back at the bunker, thinking it was unoccupied at the time.

Dean stalked across the catwalk, stopping and arching an eyebrow when he found the lights still on. The audio of the Television echoed through the bunker, loud and clear. The hunter’s brain automatically snapped to the thought of a burglar breaking in while they were away hunting.