I'm really sorry, I read this as 'domestic fluff' and missed the Wincest bit, so, uh, it's kind of not quite what you wanted. Sorry!
It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine)
They have a garden, with vegetables and flowers and a few small trees. Dean installed a few skylights in one of the rooms, so they don’t have to put the garden outside. Something so obvious could draw the wrong attention.
Assuming anyone is still out there.
“Just like the Walking Dead,” Dean says.
The Walking Dead hasn’t been on TV for years. Nothing has.
The Bunker is huge, and old enough that much of it is manual. They will run out of fuel for the generator, eventually, but they have backups – when things started to go bad, Sam had suggested they get off-the-grid solar – and they have a line to underground water.
They’re lucky, all things considered.
Sam likes to joke that Hell is other people, but the six of them live a surprisingly quiet life.
There’s no blame, not any more – Lucifer is dead, and so is the most of the world, now, thanks to him, but at least he can’t do any more damage. Heaven and Hell are sealed up for good, and the remaining people and monsters fight it out, amongst themselves and with each other.
It’s hard to justify saving the world, when there is really nothing left to save.
So they exist, survive, listen out for any signs of life. Sam and Dean hit the road now and then, take the Impala down familiar highways, although most of them look nothing like they used to. They set people up in groups, help them, teach them how to survive.
Nobody is brought back to the Bunker. The Winchesters don’t trust enough for that.
Of course, Crowley, locked out of his own kingdom and half-human, lives with them, but they figure it’s better the devil you know. Sam asks, now and then, if Crowley wants to be completely human, but he never changes his mind. Sam is still sure he will, some day.
Cas, graceless and human, has taken to the simple life, although he has never quite taken to Crowley, and the two fight endlessly. Mary plays mediator, Rowena at her side, two unconventional mothers who have never quite lost their instincts. They have grown close.
Everyone has, in ways none of them really expected.
*
It’s a quiet day in the Bunker.
Dean makes meals from scratch, spends hours in the kitchen, humming and whistling, happier than he’s ever been. The world has fallen apart, so it’s no longer his responsibility, and he’s got his family and his friends (and Crowley) under the one roof. He’s the head of the household, the den mother, and he loves it, more than he could ever imagine he would.
Sam is reading, tucked in a corner of the library, determined to learn everything about everything before his inevitable passing. He disappears into his books for hours at a time, ignoring everyone and everything around him. Only Dean can coax him out of that place, big brother who knows him so well.
Rowena reads with him sometimes, or flicks through files and checks out the Men of Letters’ various objects. She checks Sam too sometimes, the flick of too-long hair, the way he bites his lip when he’s concentrating, those legs that seem to go on forever.
It took her a couple of months to coax him into her bed, and some days she doesn’t want to let him leave.
Cas, Crowley and Mary play cards. Crowley is a cheat, but Cas and Mary gang up on him, partners-in-crime and just partners, and yeah, the Winchesters needed some time to adjust to that, but Mary is quick to point out how little she likes the alternatives, and how dammit, she’s only human.
They sometimes throw around ideas for repopulating the world.
The brothers keep it between themselves that they’re happy for it to die.
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FILLED (sort of - sorry, no Wincest!) 1/2
Date: 2016-11-10 11:37 pm (UTC)It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine)
They have a garden, with vegetables and flowers and a few small trees. Dean installed a few skylights in one of the rooms, so they don’t have to put the garden outside. Something so obvious could draw the wrong attention.
Assuming anyone is still out there.
“Just like the Walking Dead,” Dean says.
The Walking Dead hasn’t been on TV for years. Nothing has.
The Bunker is huge, and old enough that much of it is manual. They will run out of fuel for the generator, eventually, but they have backups – when things started to go bad, Sam had suggested they get off-the-grid solar – and they have a line to underground water.
They’re lucky, all things considered.
Sam likes to joke that Hell is other people, but the six of them live a surprisingly quiet life.
There’s no blame, not any more – Lucifer is dead, and so is the most of the world, now, thanks to him, but at least he can’t do any more damage. Heaven and Hell are sealed up for good, and the remaining people and monsters fight it out, amongst themselves and with each other.
It’s hard to justify saving the world, when there is really nothing left to save.
So they exist, survive, listen out for any signs of life. Sam and Dean hit the road now and then, take the Impala down familiar highways, although most of them look nothing like they used to. They set people up in groups, help them, teach them how to survive.
Nobody is brought back to the Bunker. The Winchesters don’t trust enough for that.
Of course, Crowley, locked out of his own kingdom and half-human, lives with them, but they figure it’s better the devil you know. Sam asks, now and then, if Crowley wants to be completely human, but he never changes his mind. Sam is still sure he will, some day.
Cas, graceless and human, has taken to the simple life, although he has never quite taken to Crowley, and the two fight endlessly. Mary plays mediator, Rowena at her side, two unconventional mothers who have never quite lost their instincts. They have grown close.
Everyone has, in ways none of them really expected.
*
It’s a quiet day in the Bunker.
Dean makes meals from scratch, spends hours in the kitchen, humming and whistling, happier than he’s ever been. The world has fallen apart, so it’s no longer his responsibility, and he’s got his family and his friends (and Crowley) under the one roof. He’s the head of the household, the den mother, and he loves it, more than he could ever imagine he would.
Sam is reading, tucked in a corner of the library, determined to learn everything about everything before his inevitable passing. He disappears into his books for hours at a time, ignoring everyone and everything around him. Only Dean can coax him out of that place, big brother who knows him so well.
Rowena reads with him sometimes, or flicks through files and checks out the Men of Letters’ various objects. She checks Sam too sometimes, the flick of too-long hair, the way he bites his lip when he’s concentrating, those legs that seem to go on forever.
It took her a couple of months to coax him into her bed, and some days she doesn’t want to let him leave.
Cas, Crowley and Mary play cards. Crowley is a cheat, but Cas and Mary gang up on him, partners-in-crime and just partners, and yeah, the Winchesters needed some time to adjust to that, but Mary is quick to point out how little she likes the alternatives, and how dammit, she’s only human.
They sometimes throw around ideas for repopulating the world.
The brothers keep it between themselves that they’re happy for it to die.
*