The Unknown and the Forgotten (a Castiel Love Story)

The Bae Bunker

Hey guys! I hoped you liked the last chapter! Sorry it took me a while to publish the last chapter, I've been busy, but I'm going to try and update a lot more now! Also, feel free to comment if you guys have any suggestions, comments, or see something that could be fixed as I am still editing the other chapters. Anyways, lets just get right into the third chapter! Hope you enjoy! :)

We walked up to the parked Impala outside of the police station, where Dean reunited with his beloved Baby (as Sam also told me).

"Wait, Cas, where's the car we gave to you?" Sam asks Castiel, looking around.

"Oh, well I uh, lost it," Castiel explains.

"You lost it?" Sam questions.

"Um yes. One minute it was there, and the next it was gone," Castiel murmurs, with confusion.

"Well did you lock the car? Remember, we showed you how to lock it before we gave you the keys?" Sam asks, as he gets into the passenger seat, followed by Dean who gets into the drivers seat.

"Oh, I think I must've forgotten about that aspect of caring for a metallic horse," Castiel answers, a bit of shame rising in his voice. He then opens the door to the seat behind Dean's, and I follow suit by opening the door to the seat behind Sam's and climbing in.

"Cas, it's not really a metallic horse. He was just kidding," Dean explains, turning his head towards Castiel's direction, and grinning a bit.

"God, I'm starving. Think we could grab a bit quick?" I ask, stretching out my arms and yawning as I did so.

"Well look whose not acting bitchy. Seems like you've decided that leaving isn't an option at this point," Dean turns to me, and smirks.

"Nah, I can make it an option if I need to," I say, raising an eyebrow.

"Looks like someone's got an attitude," Sam laughs, and winks at me through the rear view mirror.

"Hey!" I respond laughing, winking back at him.

"So, umm-umm Heaven," Castiel starts at me, awkwardly.

"Um, Castiel, it's Haven," I say, feeling heat rush into my cheeks.

"Haven, are you-are you blushing?" I hear Sam snicker back.

"No! I have naturally red cheeks!" I snap back. Well that doesn't sound at all stupid.  "You know, Santa has red cheeks, but no one thinks that he's blushing,"

"Nice try but talk about a down grade on the comebacks," Dean teases.

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We drove in silence the rest of the way. We didn't stop for food. There was this uncomfortable feeling in the air as we drove for the next few hours. We arrived at a old looking building with a door that led underground.

"So, is this like your hunters' hideout or something?" I ask, my body starting to feel a bit tense, but my sassy voice hiding it. I climb out of the Impala, taking in a deep breath of fresh air, happy to be out of the awkward environment.

"Our bunker," Sam replied, also getting out of the Impala. Dean and Castiel followed suit. As we walk in, I am greeted to a spacious room that looked as if it was an old shelter of some sort. We were currently on a little balcony above the spacious room. Control panels lined the walls and were covered in old technology. There were two hallways on either side of the room that led to long corridors and in the center of the back all was a large door. Behind the door was a huge lavish library. At the back of that was another door that led to more hallways and mystery rooms.