The City did play a little mischief as he headed toward the address given, and it took him a little longer than he would have liked. But, Dean soon showed up with a bag of burgers, some sodas, and a shotgun full of rock salt. He liked being prepared and fed.
"So, you found a bunker? We've got a key to a bunker? This is the sort of thing the City does?" Yes, Dean was asking his brother who'd spent very little time in the City about things said City might do. He wasn't expecting an answer, but he had a feeling if anyone in this damn place knew or was looking into it, Sam was the one, or at least one of them.
"What do we have?" He stood before his "little" brother, brows raised in question.