DEAR ANON: I saw this first thing this morning, and started typing a reply while waiting for my coffee to brew. Somehow I ended up spending more than four hours on it, and somehow it ballooned into just over 3k words of complete fluff. So I put it on AO3 in case anyone would rather read it there… *hands out toothbrushes and toothpaste for post-fluff consumption brushing*
ACK. Oh no, heater malfunction in that place? I can’t even imagine them trying to fix it if it goes out while they’re away on a hunt or something. Like they come back and it’s practically arctic outside, and all they want after a long and exhausting hunt is a hot shower and a good long sleep.
It feels a little chillier than usual in the garage, but they don’t think too much about it at first, because hey they did just open the doors and let all the cold air in along with the car. But opening the door into the rest of the bunker doesn’t bring any relief.
“Someone leave a window open?” Dean calls out as he heads to his room to drop his bags.
“There are no windows,” Cas helpfully reminds him. “We are underground.”