not strong enough, supernatural [ 2 ]

050. reassurance

Dean pulls up to a bunker and they all get out and go to the entrance.

"When's the last time somebody was in this place?" Dean asks.

"65, 70 years ago." Sam shrugs.

Dean opens the box and takes a key out. They walk down a short set of stairs and reach the door. Dean unlocks it, the group entering the dark building. The adults turn their flashlights on and look over the railing at the room.

"Son of a bitch." Dean mutters.

"Look at this. Ham radio, telegraph, switchboard. This was their nerve center." Sam says.

"Henry did say that they ran dispatch on their own team of hunters." Dean says, shining his flashlight on a table that has a chess board, ashtray, a glass, and a dirty mug. "Wow. Halfway through their coffee and a game of chess -- looks like whoever was manning the hub left quick."

"On the alarm call that ended the Men of Letters." Sam says. Dean opens a switch box on the wall and pushes a lever, the lights coming on.

"Son of a bitch." Sam mutters. They go down the staircase and walk into the library that has many shelves and two long tables in the middle.

"Sammy, I think we found the Bat Cave." Dean says.

~ ~ ~

"You gotta get some sleep." Sam tells his daughter.

"It's weird having my own room." Evie pouts. "I've never had my own room. I've always shared with Bee."

"There's only one bed a room, baby." Sam says.

"They're big beds, though." Evie reasons.

Sam sighs, trying to think of something that will calm her down. He doesn't want to tell her that Libby was stoked to have her own room, absolutely refusing to let anybody in.

"Just try, okay? If it's too hard, come and get me." Sam tells her.

"Fine." Evie mumbles.

"Hey, um... so, uh, how-- how do you feel about her sister?" Sam asks.

"Bee?" Evie asks.

"No. No, not Bee. Athena." Sam clarifies.

"Oh." Evie mumbles. "Uh... I don't know. She's kinda cute, I guess." She shrugs.

"Listen, baby girl, I-- I want you to be fully honest. Don't think about what I want to hear, what Lissy would want to hear, or what Libby would want. Just give me your honest opinion."

"I don't totally mind her." Evie says. "I mean, she's super annoying when she won't stop crying. But I don't have Bee's major jealousy or anything. Well... maybe a little."

"Why are you jealous?" Sam asks.

"Cause I'm not the baby anymore." Evie pouts.

"Well, don't worry. You're still always my baby. Well, one of my babies." Sam says.

"Not the same." Evie says.

"Trust me. You pull those puppy dog eyes and I guarantee, I'll still crack immediately." Sam says making Evie smile a little. "You're also not any less important to Lissy either."

"I know." Evie says. "It's weird, though. Not technically being her kid when she has a technical kid."

"You are her kid."

"Stepkid."

"That doesn't make her love you or Libs any less. She loves all three of you the same, just like me. Promise."