When Dean said his home was a bunker, Connor didn't really know what to expect. His first thought was a hole in the ground, like in times of war, something like that and it wouldn't surprise him if Dean lived in a literal hole in the ground. Needless to say, the guy was a little apprehensive about staying over for the first time. Not just because he thought he was going to sleep in a hole in the ground but because he didn't know if Sam would be there, or Castiel, or Charlie or God knows who else.
Connor had packed lightly since it would only be for the weekend (or so Dean had said), a gym bag with a couple of shirts, jeans and boxers thrown inside. With his bag on his shoulder and his hands deep inside the pockets of his leather jacket, Connor followed his boyfriend through the doors and down the stairs. Well, it was a hole in the ground but it was far different than what Connor expected. It was somewhere between a mansion and a museum and not a dirty hole in the ground, Connor sighed in relief.
Dean was giving him the run through as they walked further into the bunker but Connor just wasn't listening, he was taken aback by all the stuff on the walls and how large the place really was. Just when he thought he'd seen everything, he noticed something new.
"Is anyone here?" He interrupted Dean mid-sentence, not having any idea whatsoever what Dean was saying.
"Dean?" said a male voice from one of the rooms. As Dean and Connor entered a room that resembled a library (from the books down to the tables with reading lamps) a tall man with long dark hair stepped out. "You must be Connor." Said Sam, setting his water bottle down on the table and drying his hand on his jeans before holding it out to Connor.
"You must be Sam." Said Connor with a small crooked smile while he pulled his right hand out of the pocket of his jacket and held it out to shake Sam's with a firm grip. He didn't introduce himself more after Sam said his name because he wasn't sure just what Dean had told him.
It was hard for Connor to keep calm because he'd been wanting to meet Sam probably since the first time he met Dean just because of the way Dean talked to him. "He said you were tall but yeah..." Connor wasn't even six feet tall. Connor felt short next to Dean so imagine how the guy felt next to Sam where he actually had to tilt his head up to talk to him.
"Dean told me this is a preventive hiding situation or something?"
Connor shot a side-eyed glance at Dean. That's it? That's all Dean told him? He didn't even say anything about the victim on that one hunt? Connor decided not to dwell on it because he didn't know exactly what Dean said, maybe Sam was summarizing.
“Yeah. Flickering lights and some weird things going on and Dean loses his shit."
"So how do you two know each other? No offense but all of Dean's friends are dead."
Wrong choice of words, Sammy. Connor had slid his hands back into the pockets of his jacket and he shrugged his shoulders at the comment. "We met at a crappy bar a few months back. He seemed like the only person that could carry on a conversation." Half true. Connor purposely left out the part where he thought Dean was incredibly hot and he was going to try to get him into bed.
"Then you met him early on in the evening." Joked Sam with a grin while glancing over at Dean. Sam grabbed his bottled water again and took a gulp. "I'm going out for a grocery run. We're running low on beer and popcorn."
"It's like college all over again." Interrupted Connor. Followed by a "Sorry." When he realized he'd interrupted Sam.
"You guys need anything?" Continued Sam, looking at both Dean and Connor. Connor shook his head.
Before Dean could say anything, "Yes, I know. Don't forget the pie."
With that Sam left and Dean and Connor were left standing there in the middle of the bunker... in awkward silence.
