Nothing else Matters

Chapter 67

I nodded. "You're a hero, Henry." I felt a tear build up in the corner of my eye. "I'm sorry I judged you boys so harshly for being hunters. I should have known better." he smiled, turning his head to me. "And Kaylee, you have a gold heart. You're a treasure to these two with your wisdom and knowledge."

Henry smiled when something touched my hand; I saw his hand reaching for mine as I looked down. "About what were you wrong?" Sam asked. "You're also Winchesters. You too, Kaylee." he smiled. "As long as we're alive, there's always hope. I didn't know my son as a man, but having met you two. He stopped, and I felt the tears streaming down my face. "I know I would have been proud of him." Henry ended as I felt him pressing against my hand while holding Sam's other hand. I looked over to Dean, who placed a hand around me when I felt Henry's Hand fall. He died in Sams's Arms with his grandkids around him. We drove to the cemetery and buried Grandpa Winchester with a makeshift cross I carved H. Winchester in. "I get it now," Sam said while we stood at the grave. "Hmm?" Dean looked over to Sam while I watched my brother from the side. "What Cupid said about heaven-busting ass to get Mom and Dad together. The Winchesters and the Campbells, the brains and the brawn." Sam said, waving his hands around. "Well, I'm glad you see it. All I see in our family tree is a lot of dead." Dean took a photo from his pocket of Dad and Henry playing Baseball. "I found this in Henry's Wallet." Dean raised the picture for Sam and me to see. "Dad looks happy," I said. "Makes you wish he knew the truth, huh? I mean, all those years thinking his old man ditched when the poor son of a bitch came here and saved our bacon. Freaking time travel, man." Dean grumbled. "You think it would have made a difference?" Sam asked. "What?" I asked. "Dad. If he had his father around." Sam said. "What, in how he raised us? Sammy, he did the best he could." Dean said. "I know that. I - I do. They all did." Sam said it was a little box when he took something out of his pocket. "What are the chances that place is still standing?" Dean ask. "A chance we've got to take, I guess. I mean, we are legacies, right?" Sam replied with a shrug from his shoulder. Two days later, Sam, Dean, and I drove to Lebanon, Kansas, where we found the old building outside the city. "That's the bunker?" I asked as I walked up to the boys standing at the front of stairs leading underneath the building. "Yeah, that's what Henry told us," Sam mumbled. "Are you ready?" Dean asked, and I gave a slight nod. "Let's check this out." Dean walked down the stairs. I followed him with Sam behind me. As he opened the box, he found a key inside. It looked dark inside when Dean opened the door. We walked even more inside; I got my flashlight out and shone it around, unable to defend myself since I still had my arm in the sling. "How long do you think they haven't been inside the bunker?" Dean asked. "Probably around sixty-five seventy years," Sam suggested. Sam and I walked down some stairs while Dean pulled on a lever, and the lights turned on; Sam and I turned off our flashlights while looking around the room where we were standing. In one corner was a telescope, while on the other side of the room expired in tables with chairs, and on both sides were huge bookshelves. "I think we found the bat cave," Dean mumbled as he followed me down some stairs into a long hallway with rooms on both sides; while exploring, we found a kitchen and several bedrooms, which I claimed were close to a huge bathroom. The following day, I woke up later than usual since I was still in a lot of pain with my shoulder. A knock got me out of bed; as I opened the door, the light from the hallway shone into my eyes. "What?" I asked with my eyes adjusting to the light. "Good morning, how are you?" Sam asked. "Great, Im feeling awesome, although still creeped out by the fact that Im sleeping in a dead man's bed," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. "You'll get used to it." Sam smiled. "Sure, whatever. Can I go back to bed?" I asked. Sam laughed and walked away. I turned around and went back to bed but couldn't sleep. Two weeks later, in the bunker, Sam, Dean, and I adjusted well to having a place to head back to after a long day. Sam and I were in the Dean called "Bat Cave" when Dean returned from Kevin, who was on Garth's ship; while Sam researched something on the laptop, I was wearing my sling for another week before taking it off. "Hey," Dean called out as he approached the table. "Hey, how is Kevin doing?" Sam asked while I tried to work my laptop with my left arm since the right was hanging, which I wasn't used to. Dean threw his bag to the ground. "You know. He's okay, I guess. In his corner, hacking out his Da Vinci code, nothing actionable yet." Dean said, grabbing a beer from the small fridge. "Heard from Cas?" Dean asked, sitting down next to me. "Nothing, not a peep," I replied. "Did you hear anything?"

Sam asked, but Dean shook his head before looking at Sam, which I did the same. "Cas didn't answer any of our calls," Dean grumbled. I felt his disappointment. Sam had been working on something that he showed Dean.