A normal life. It's so simple and yet so complicated. Sam gave up long ago, with Jess's death everything changed. Still it hurts to know he had the opportunity. Sometimes in his dreams, he's a lawyer and Dean works as a mechanic. Nothing about monsters or angels or apocalypse. Just family, happiness and maybe more colour in life. These are the kind of dreams that make him feel hollow when the morning comes and the smell of coffee filters in his room. Broken dreams that stab him nonstop every other night.. Because those are their lifes: broken, sad, bloody and rarely peaceful lifes. The bunker it's their refuge and for Sam, the library is the only place where he can feel the depression slip away. Those walls have become part of his sleepless nights. When those hollow mornings come, he likes to stare at the ceiling of his room for a minute and think about the last book he read, so he'll know which to star next. Breakfast as always is Dean's. The coffee its marvellous and the cooking mouth watering. What it's not so nice are the dark lines around Dean's eyes. This family has become another broken dream. @bend-me-shape-me