“Hey Kevin! Is everything alright?” You had one hand steady on the wheel and the other pressing your phone to your ear, perhaps clutching a little tighter than normal due to nerves over why Kevin was calling.
“What? Oh, yeah. Everything is fine. I just had a question.”
“Have you ever catalogued the library here in the bunker? I mean, has anyone gone through everything that’s in there?” he asked.
“Uhhh…” you paused. “That’s what you called to ask?” you said with a laugh.
“Yeah. I–I was just wondering. I mean there’s so much here…” he trailed off.
You laughed again. “Well, the Men of Letters had it catalogued, but I think Sam modernized their system when he and Dean first moved in. Put everything into a computer, made it searchable, that kind of thing.”
“Oh, nice. Okay…” There was a pause on the line and you smiled, wondering a little at the random communication from Kevin, who was supposed to be translating some ancient texts. “Soooo, what are you up to?” he finally asked.
You laughed again. “Driving.”
“Driving,” you repeated, the smile on your face growing wider.
“Driving where? Here?” he asked. You thought he had sounded a little hopeful…
“No, but if you keep this up I might have to just to make sure there isn’t something out of the ordinary going on…” you teased him.
On the other end of the phone, Kevin smiled a little sheepishly. Perhaps you had caught onto his game…
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