Babies In The Bunker #4Sam was slowly giving up on the idea of sleeping. When he wasn’t caring for the little ones, he was hunched over the old files in the bunker, trying to find an answer for what was happening. It was almost two days now that Dean and Castiel had been toddlers, and he was becoming desperate. Kevin had been sceptical that they’d find anything in those old files if the archangel knew nothing, but Sam wasn’t giving up that easily. There had to be something, right? Something, crammed away in some distant corner somewhere. There had to be something. Because strange objects like this never just appear; everything has a creator. Every last object or creature had been made by something. Even the angels were forged by God. So this dumb little box, the only lead that they so far possessed, had to have some kind of maker.He screwed his face up as he remembered the small object, so seemingly innocent when he first looked at it. But of course, things were never that simple. He shoul
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