1000's Of Days At The Bunker

Day 1: Welcome Home

"Woah"
"Welcome home, Cas." Sam says, swinging the bunker door open. The smell of old books and a promise of a warm, homemade dinner flooded my nose. Sam patted his sides and awkwardly starts. "Uh, Dean is making some soup, I bet your hungry and tired so I'll show you your room after dinner."
"Thank you, Sam." I say with my usual gruff voice. I start to walk in the bunker to further my wide eyes search but the wonderful aroma of chicken broth and fresh vegetable kept pulling my attention and seeing Dean as a human...well.. That was what pulled me the most. I tried to act calm and walk slow so that Sam wouldn't see my excitement of everything human but I knew that he already knows. I ended up with a little shuffly walk.
Dean had the familiar toon of Led Zeppelin playing in the background when I walked into the clean kitchen. He swayed to the beat of "When the Levee Breaks" as he chopped some carrots. I can tell that he spotted me because his head rose and turned to face me. I was suddenly out of words to say everything I wanted to say was stuck in my throat and all I could say without breaking down was, "Hello, Dean."
Apparently, that was the right thing to say. Dean approached me like I was a wounded animal, ready to break. " Hey, Cas. Great to see you." Suddenly, my throat felt like someone was clawing at it and my eyes swelled up with tears. Dean put his hands on my shoulders.
"Hey Cas, look at me, it's okay you're okay." His hands were comforting but it wasn't enough, the tears didn't stop escaping my eyes and I felt like crumbling to the ground. The only thing left in me was to pull Dean in for a hug and hold on like he was a tree in a flood. Everything that happened was my fault. The Angels, my brothers and sisters fell because of me. Heaven was emptied of Angels. My grace..gone. Now- now I'm clinging to the people I failed and using them. I didn't deserve this. I didn't realize that a muffled version of my thoughts were being poured into Deans shoulder until he wrapped his arms around me with a tight grip. Years of being a hunter made his grip around me feel safe, like I was at home. Human emotions still are a mystery to me.
O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O.
I helped Dean with pouring the carrots into the big bowl of soup, it was a comfortable silence.
Sam was sitting at the table in the library when I mindlessly wondered into the library. "Hey, Cas. How are you feeling?" That's such a Sam thing to say. Dean would agree. "I'm..better." My stomach chose to growl at me "And a little hungry." That made Sam chuckle. A smile crept up on my face, I mentally noted hunger makes Sam laugh.
"What are you researching?" I ask curiously. I walk over to Sam and sit in the chair next to him. That must've peaked his interest because he immediately jumped on it. "Well I was reading some of Kevin's notes, trying to see what sense I could make of it, and so far, all Ive seen is a bunch of funky doodles."
"These 'funky doodles' are about the social order of Angels."
"Wait, Cas? You can read this?"
"Of course. Angels are fluent in every language."
"SAM. CAS. GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE. DINNERS READY!"
My stomach grumbled again to remind me that I haven't eaten in a few hours. It would've been days if it wasn't for the leftover pie Sam gave to me in the car. He gave me a look saying 'don't tell dean.' when we were in the car.
When we got to the kitchen, Dean was setting plates down at the table. Home. I was feeling at home. Hungry is another feeling that I'm feeling, I'd rather be eating than standing around right now. I sit down at the table and put my hands on my knees. Dean danced around setting things down. Warm bread, the soup of course, and beer at his and Sam's spot. He disappears I to the kitchen and reappears with a large glass of water. "Sorry Cas, no beer for you." Dean says with his usual smirk.
As soon as everyone was sitting down with plates and bowls of food I dug in. The sweet taste of bread made me close my eyes to savor it. I was starving, 3 days in the cold damp city streets made this warm bunker seem like heaven. Actually no, I've been to heaven, and this? This is way better.
I heard Sam and Dean small talk about the tablet and there new discovery of translation via me but I wasn't really listening. I chowed down what I could, which compared to Sam, what I ate was barely anything.
After dinner Sam offer to help clean up but Dean said 'It's fine I'll do it myself' so Sam just shrugged and walked back to the library. Probably to read. It was clear to me that Dean didn't want help, but desperately needed some. I followed him to the kitchen.
"Can I help you clean up, Dean."
He just shrugs at me and smiles. "Nah, you need to rest. You look really tired. And I've got this."
"Please let me help Dean. I need to pay you guys back for what you've provided me."
Dean stilled seamed unconvinced. I agreed, I'm tired and there are bags under my eyes from lack off sleep. He shrugged it off "Well, you can put the soup away, containers are in the cabinets above the sink." I wonder where I'll sleep. If I sleep.
O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O.
Sleeping was hard in general. Now, it's nearly impossible. A thunderstorms thunder could, in fact be heard in the bunker. It hadn't been anything but cold and sunny when I was in the back ways of the city but Father has blessed me with bad luck. The first night at home thunder ripped through the halls of the bunker and into our rooms.
As an Angel, lighting and thunder didn't bother me, I even made it even. But now- now that I am less powerful and so little, I'm terrified. I don't know what to do. My room is next to Deans, and Sam's across the hall but I don't want to wake either. I can feel the fear wash over me when I hear a new roll of thunder pierces the wall of the bunker. This is going to be a long, sleepless night.

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Hello other humans,
I am going to continue this fic and write as soon as possible. Thank for reading!
From your king,
Sam.
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