Nothing Like Home //Sabriel//Destiel *discontinued*

Decisions

The Hidden bunker in Lebanon Kansas the brothers live in is a freaking dream come true. Nothing like they could ever imagine! What would have happened if Lucifer rose? Would they still have found this bunker... Would the bunker even be here? Dean had his own little room, equipped with wall to wall weapons and treasuries. His bed was soft, kind to the touch, nothing like the old Springer box cutter beds they usually slept in at motels. It was amazing. Fit for a king.

Sam liked it here too, spacious and we'll knowladgable, enough leg room for the nerd and the hunter in Sam to fire up like a wood stove. And Dean found his talents for cooking... Honestly, who knew he could cook?.... Nobody. Not even him.. Until he got the time to cook. And when he cooked, it was usually mouth watering chili cheese burgers and home made French fries. He always made more than two burgers.... Just in case. It was almost a normal life when they weren't hunting and talking to angels and demons. But they occasionally wondered what their life would have been like if the miss step in Lucifer's plan never occurred.... If he had risen. But everyone who understands the truth knows, that they would rather live in happiness with out knowing what would have happened then live in a possible end of the world... No family, no friends. That's why they never search for clues or answers about the apocalypse. Because it never happened. Come on, they even have their own dungeon.

Dean placed a plate stacked with cheesy enchiladas in front of Sam, who was hunched pen in hand over a bilingual text book. Sam looked up and smiled at Dean, "Enchiladas for breakfast? "

"I've always wanted to do that! " Dean sat down and dug into his food, giddy with excitement. He stuck a bite in his mouth, bigger than he could chew, "Mmmmmmm-Mmrhhfsrmm! "

"what? " Sam asked, his forked poised in front of his mouth, a small bite of enchilada on the verge of falling off the metal spokes.

Dean rolled his eyes and waved Sam away. Then he raised his eyebrows and motioned with his finger towards Sam's half eaten breakfast, "Yoghonna fhhinish frigate? "

"Dean... Swallow. " Sam sighed, his teeth clenched.

Dean nodded briskly and swallowed his bite, "Yeah, OK... You gonna finish that, Sammy? "

Sam rolled his eyes and scooted the plate across the table towards Dean, "Dig in. "

"awesome, " Dean raised his eyebrows and hunched over the food, "Come to Papa. "

"So... I found a case near here, actually, " Sam spoke, "I'm pretty sure it's a vampire. "

dean looked up, his eyes half closed and his mouth stuffed, "mmhm"

"yeah... Well, it says a guys throat was literally ripped to shreds.... And then his wife was noticed as missing. Honestly... Sounds to me like this vamp wanted to get the husband out of the way, and turn the wife."

Dean raised his hand an inch off the table and shrugged, "so, the vamp wanted a mate... Found this woman, killed her husband, and kidnapped her so he could turn her and ring the bell of marriage, hallelujah?" he exclaimed, smiling and finishing the last of his food.

"sounds like it to me, wanna go check it out?" Sam closed his laptop and stood up from the table.

Dean looked up with big questioning eyes, his hand on the unopened Busty Asian Beautys magazine sitting on the table, "Five minutes? "

Sam sighed, "Five minutes. " Dean smirked and flipped to the first page.

And then they heard a loud knock outside the bunker at the door. Dean dropped the magazine, having not read a single thing or looked at a single woman. He stood up and called to Sam, who charged in with a smug look on his face, a comb halfway brushed through his hair. He fixed the tye on his cheap, black business suit, "Who is it Dean? "