"Fuck me." Dean sat down at the war table, feeling a little overwhelmed for the moment. Eric was forgotten for now because the City was sitting there on the table before him. It was a little sickening at times to watch things move around. He sat back to give Sam a strange little smile.
"We may have hit the jackpot, little brother. What is this place, really?" If Sam had said before, his older brother hadn't been listening. Oh, he'd caught a few things, but he didn't understand what they were dealing with. Why Sam, or them - they were a sort of packaged deal. Why now, here, why? And what? How many answers did Sam have? Oddly, he felt a little jealous that Sam was getting a bunker, but then Dean was the one with the kickass girlfriend; Sam needed something to keep himself busy and away from Casa Erotica on repeat.