Supernatural

Chapter Nineteen-The Bunker

*Angela's POV*

When I wake up I'm no longer in a tan backseat sleeping on an angel. I'm in what looks like a cement room. The walls? Cement. The floor? Cement. At least the furniture in here is made of wood and the bed is pretty comfortable, so I'd call it a win. 'So this must be the Winchester's secret bunker.' Typical man cave.

I blink a couple times and then sit up, immediately regretting my decision. 'Oh right, my stomach.' I think and lift my tank top up to take a peek. I'm still in the clothes I fell asleep in. The scratches aren't bleeding anymore, which is great, but they're still red and ugly. "Ugh." I say to myself and drop my tank top. I push my hair away from my face and find it knotted and dirty. "Geez. I need a shower and some new clothes."

I throw the covers off me and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I slowly get up, minding my stomach. Once I'm standing I feel pretty good. I walk back and forth in the room and make sure my mobility is one hundred percent. I'd say it's about ninety five. 'Good enough.' I think and then head towards the door.

The door opens and reveals a long hallway with doors all along it. "Great." I say aloud. "How am I supposed to find anything here?" I ask myself. I step out into the hallway and decide to go left. I walk down for a while and I'm lucky enough to eventually stumble upon the showers. Obviously this place was meant for all male guests because it's set up locker room style. Just a long row of showers. Luckily there is a row of robes hanging at the entrance. I sigh, grab one, and head to the shower farthest away from the entrance.

Then I strip, turn on the water, and take the quickest shower of my life. I was so nervous the whole time, but no one else came by. Hallelujah. I dried off with a spare towel lying around and then put my undergarments back on. I grab my dirty clothes and shoes and then put on the robe. I make it back to my room and just put the dirty clothes in a pile on a chair. It'll do for now. I brush my hair with my fingers. It's the best I can do right now. Then I start rummaging through the drawers for something to wear.

Everything I find is men's clothes, confirming my suspicions that this was an all men's club. I grab a white button up dress shirt to wear, but all the pants I find are just too big. The last drawer I check is full of boxers. I stare into the drawer and sigh once again. "Well." I say to myself. "It's better than nothing." I grab a light blue pair and slip them on. I look down at my outfit. 'Definitely runway ready.' I tell myself and wiggle my toes. I just leave my feet bare.

I leave my room and begin simply exploring. The place seems pretty big. Soon though, I hear deep voices and I'm sure they belong to my friends. If I could run I would. I needed to prove to myself that they were real. I suppress the urge to shout Marco and walk a little faster. Soon I come across a rather big kitchen.

I follow the voices through the kitchen and into a beautiful library. Everything here is made of wood. Tall columns stretch up and meet with the ceiling and bookshelves cover the walls. It's just really...beautiful. Suddenly I realize the voices had stopped. I look at the table they're gathered around and smile. Sam has his head in a book, but his laptop is open not too far away. Dean is laid back in a chair with a cup of coffee in his hand. His feet are on the table about an arms length away from Sam. Castiel is sitting across from Dean, his expression rather serious. Dean looks up and speaks first.

"Well, look who decided to join the party." He gives me a small smile and a wink, which causes me to roll my eyes. Sam nods at me.

"Hey Angela." I nod back at Sam.

"Hey. Quite a place y'all got." I say and he shrugs.

"Keeps the water off." I laugh. 'I'll say.' I think to myself and then look at Cas. His face is concerned and questioning. I can tell he still feels bad about yesterday.