1000's Of Days At The Bunker

Day 2: The Couch Looks Comfy

When I got out of bed at 8 this morning (I didn't wake up if I didn't sleep in the first place), I saw my tired face in the mirror. The bags under my eyes looked like a dark shade of I-haven't-slept-in-days. And I felt like- like absolute shit. I felt empty, drained, tired, and hungry. Ever since becoming human, I've been hungry so much, and don't even ask about how many times I've got to go to the restroom. What caused me to turn my head is the aroma of fresh brewed coffee.

I remember when humans first discovered the coffee bean, they wouldn't brew it, they would eat it. Humans have come along way. I decided that that smell was coming from the kitchen so I followed the wonderful trail. When I dragged my feet into the kitchen, Dean took one look at me and gave me a worried expression.

"You okay there Cas?"
No. I felts horrible. I felt drained of all energy. Of course I couldn't tell Dean that.

"I'm okay. Where's Sam?"

"Ha. The Sasquatch is for a early morning jog, I don't understand that kid." Dean responded, " You want one?" He pointed at the coffee machine. I loved coffee as an Angel, so being human probably doesn't change my taste for it. I was wrong. Dean had handed me a small white cup full of black coffee, I didn't bother to put anything it; it would just taste like molecules.

The bitter taste made me cringe and scrunch my face in.

"This tastes unpleasant."

That made Dean laugh. I noted that Dean thinks unpleasant tastes are funny and Sam thinks hunger is funny too. They have odd humor.

"Probably 'cause y didn't put anything in it, genius."

I set the cup on the counter far away from myself. It's good to have something so foul a good distance away. My stomach reminded me to get breakfast as soon as possible. It seemed that Dean knew what I was feeling and set a bowl in front of me and started to boil some water over the stove.

As Dean put some oatmeal in my bowl, Sam walked through the Bunkers doors. He was in light clothing considering it's the end of winter.

"Hey Cas, how you feeling?"

"I'm okay, and a little hungry."

"Hello to you to Sam." Dean remarked, Sam just gave Dean a predictable bitch face. Sometimes it seems that Sam, has a resting bitch face, such events are mysteries of the universe.

O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O. O.

"You seriously have never seen Lion King? Dude, you he vent lived until you see that movie."

" Dean, it's seems to have slipped your mind that for over millions of years I was a multidimensional wavelength, there was no time for animations."

"Wow, there were too many big words for me to follow."

"Dean." I say irritatedly. Dean just smiled at me smugly and put the movie in.

We were sitting in one of the many living rooms the large bunker has, the couch is made of some comfy leather. It has some fuzzy blankets draped over the side of the large couch and equally soft and fuzzy pillows. Now that I am human I have spent more time paying attention to detail. Textures of different objects fascinate me, all the different combinations and styles; soft leather of a worn brown couch mix with a blood red blanket that feels like a welcome hug from a trusting person is my favorite combination so far. Seeing that Dean is next to me makes the whole combination even more of a treat.

Sam is in the kitchen putting some popcorn in the microwave. I am already feeling drowsy cuddled in the warm blankets, Dean said I looked like Casitel-burrito. Whatever that is. Sam sat down in the middle of the couch, stretching his long legs out, popcorn bowl resting between his legs.

"Lion King Dean? Really?"

"Come on Sammy, it's a classic."

Sam just shrugged in return. Even though I was tired I fought to stay awake, if Dean thinks this movie is important, than it must be in some way. It's was true. It was heart breaking, sad, I think I felt a tear or two fall down my cheeks but I just brushed it off.
Some things are best not to ruin the moment. I was as sure that I got tears eyed as much as I am sure dean did too. Sam noticed but didn't comment.

This was it. The great human experience that I missed out on. I have found my own interests, friends, I eat, sleep, use the restroom, the "whole shebang" as Dean would put it. I've been human for 5 days and happy for 2.

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"Dean, all I'm saying is that Lion King is much better than this- this massacre."

"Excuse you, but this 'massacre' is called Star Wars!"

I can tell that Sam was tired of us bickering, his knees were held close to his body to protect himself from the verbal fight we were having. I was tired too. The movie that we are watching happens to be unrealistic, loud, and violent. I've seen enough fighting to know when it's no longer fun to see, this happened to be one of those times. I'd rather have the animated animals dance around the screen and happy endings for all. I need one of those to replace mine. Dean looked personally offended when I said I didn't like this movie, like if I were to say his "baby" was was a piece of shit. But that was forbidden if you wanted to live.

I favored giving up to sleep than arguing this endless fight. I started to drift off with the laser-beam sounds slowly becoming a distant noise in my ears.

When I woke up, I was alone. The bunker couch was cold in the parts not touching my body, long ago abandon. I suddenly felt my heart sink in my chest, they left me hear. My more knowledgeable parts of my brain said that they went to bed, trusting that that was correct I got up and headed to deans room. Just to be sure. I knocked on his door hesitantly, maybe I was wrong, maybe they left the bunker to get something.

"Come in, Cas."

Did he know that I was standing outside the door? Maybe it's because he was a hunter his whole life and spent it at unfamiliar grounds with the only instruction was to raise Sammy and keep him safe at all risks. Maybe.

"Sorry, I- well it's awkward now that I think about it and-"

"Cas, Spit it out." Dean interrupts.

"IwasafraidyouandSamditchedmeherealonesoifreakedandcameheretocheckjustincase."

"...Right that make a lot of sense." Dean replied sarcastically. He can be an ass when he's tired." Oh and Cas? We need to talk."

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Hello humans, I hope it was worth the wait. I. Going to start to write the next chapter soon so don't freak out.
-Your King, Sam.
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