The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 4. Maybe I Can Nope Out of This Situation

As the roaring engine came to a stop, Niamh jumped out of the backseat to stretch her legs when the wind of eleven mph hit her hair and a temperature of fifty seven degrees kissed her skin. It was warm Wednesday afternoon, and Niamh appreciated inviting rays of October sun and a smell of freshly cut grass.

"Home sweet home," Dean groaned as he stretched his arms above his head, revealing an inch of his lower stomach which did not go unnoticed by Niamh.

"Where?" she asked while narrowing her eyes.

"There." Sam pointed toward a low concrete block with a built-in metal door.

"What in the bat cave is that?" Niamh exclaimed and walked away from the boys, hearing them letting out a few laughs.

"It is a bat cave, isn't it?" Dean agreed and moved her out of the way to open the door, fetching the weird looking key out of his jacket pocket.

Heavy doors opened with a raucous creaking only metal could make, revealing another metal construction. A catwalk with a staircase leading down to the main level. Three pairs of footsteps sounded off the stairs as they descended toward the big room with wall sconces and metalwork decorations. Niamh learned they called that room a war room which contained ham radio, telegraph, switchboard, map table, and other electronic devices. Deeper inside the hidden building was the library, whose walls were covered with bookcases and cabinets filled with many files collected over the centuries.

"-apart from the shooting range we also have a dungeon with devil's trap and all that jazz." Dean finished briefing about the content of their home before slamming his duffle bag onto the great dark wooden table that stretched through the library.

"A dungeon? Man, you really know how to get a girl worked up," Niamh joked and scanned the library area a bit more, noticing many unique relics and artifacts on the wall and shelves and completely ignoring the dumbfound expression on Dean's face.

"Sam, Dean? You're back." A deep, monotone voice resonated from the war room to the library where the trio was.

Niamh stopped analyzing the relic called The Spear of Destiny and turned around to greet the person who joined them. She met a handsome man of average height in his thirties with a black suit accentuated by a beige trench coat and a blue tie lying loose around his neck. Although his face was rather contorted and had a very dire demeanor, Niamh sensed him radiating calm and serenity.

"You have company."

"Cas, this is Niamh. Niamh, Castiel." Dean introduced. Castiel held out his hand to greet a new guest and Niamh gladly accepted it.

"You feel," Castiel trailed of, "welcoming."

"Thank you?" Niamh said incredulously.

"Cas, what the hell man?" Dean said through gritted teeth, jamming his elbow into his friend's ribs to which he only received a look of utter confusion.

"Cas, where's Jack?" Sam interrupted.

"He is in his room, playing with his pet snake." The angel answered, his voice neither an octave lower nor an octave higher. Just flat.

"Cool!" Niamh cheered, wondering what it was like to have such an exotic pet. Or any pet at all for she had no animals in her home growing up.

"Sam and Dean, hi!" An unfamiliar voice to Niamh bubbled from the entrance to the library. She caught a sight of a young dark-haired boy with a big smile on his face. "Hello Sam and Dean's guest!" He greeted happily.

"Jack, this is our friend, Niamh."

"Hello!" Jack greeted again with one of his hands up by his head, palm opened.