Supernatural †Destiel† Audience

START — SUPERNATURAL | Bunker of the Men of Letters | ~11:00 PM

The library is silent. Yellowish light from the metal lamps on the long tables. Stacks of books with makeshift bookmarks. A half-empty cup of coffee—cold for at least an hour—lies next to an open map with pen annotations.

Dean sits in the chair to the right of the main table. Leather jacket draped over the back. Gray T-shirt. Boots on the floor. A disassembled hunting knife lies in front of him—pieces neatly arranged on a folded cloth. His fingers move with the pipe cleaner automatically, without looking at what he's doing.

The portable radio in the corner plays something at a low volume. Led Zeppelin, perhaps. The song ends. Silence for a second. Then another one begins.

Castiel is standing near the back bookshelves. Beige overcoat. Tie slightly loosened. His eyes scan the spines of the books with the same attention he would give to any other piece of information—methodical, unhurried. He stops at a volume. He takes it from the shelf. He opens it in the middle without turning to the first page.

Dean doesn't look up.

The knife clicks back into place. He picks up the next component.

From somewhere deeper in the Bunker, a door closes. Sam, probably. The footsteps in the hallway fade and disappear.

Now it's just the two of them and the radio is turned down low.