THE BUNKER

Sam is doing research in the library, as Elena is sitting at the table on her computer until an odd clanking noise is heard from the bunker. Dean enters from the kitchen via the map room wearing white chef's apron.

"Did you guys hear that?" Dean Asks

"What's with the apron?" Elena Says, looking at him.

"Burgers! but the pilot light keeps going out. It's like the third time this week. Between that and the hot water, I thought this place was supposed to be stat-of-the-art." Dean Says

"It was, in the 50's." Sam pointed out

"Hhm. Ah, Jack come out of his room yet?" Dean Asks

"No. He's still..dealing." Elena Says

"I mean, can you blame him? His soul is back. Everything is hitting him. Everything he's done. Everything he has to do. Amara." Sam Says

"Yeah. Well, I mean Billie said it, to kill Chuck, you gotta kill Amara, too." Dean Says

"Yeah. Cas is still looking but you know what? Sa– Say one of his angel contacts does find her. What then?" Sam Says

"Then we do what we gotta do." Dean Says

We hear odd clanking noises from the bunker again and the fan stops.

"Oh, come on. Now the air?" Dean Says

"Hm." Elena Says, as Sam sighs.

"Alright. Well, let's go." Dean Says

"Go where?" Sam Asks

Dean takes off his apron , "To—Dude, we fought the Devil, okay? I killed Hitler. I think we can handle a few old pipes. "

Dean, Elena and Sam descend a curved metal staircase into the basement of the bunker. The room has large pipes, a workbench, and a control panel.

Sam is carrying schematics for the bunker, "The gas and water converge down here. Maybe. It's too bad we can't just call a plumber."

"Oh, yeah "Uh, hey Mario Brothers? Yeah, could you come to the most secretive, secure, supernatural hideout in the world? Great. Thanks. Go, Luigi!" Dean Says

"Okay no need for the sarcasm." Elena Says, as they all walked up to control panel.

"What is this?" Dean Asks

"This is the bunker... grid control..center thing thingy." Sam Says

Dean looks down at the button's on the panel, they are labeled "Reset" and a glowing green button labeled "Standby".

"Yeah, of course. "Reset." "Standby." Dean Says

"What?" Sam Says

"Why? What do I do when, uh, you know my computer has too many pop-ups? Turn it off, turn it back on again. Hmm." Dean Says

"No, I don't think that's-" Elena Says

Dean hits the reset button. We hear clanking and the bunker powers down.

"Dean I was gonna say I don't think that's a-" Elena Says

"Shh, shh, shh." Dean Says

"A good idea." Elena Sighs

The bunker powers back up and the lights come back on.

"Ha-ha! Victory!" He ascends to the staircase, "Now..burger time. Meat man! Comin' to town!"

A few moments later Dean enters his room whistling, looking at his phone, and carrying a large hamburger and a beer. He puts the plate and beer down and turns to see an older woman in his room.

Mrs. Butters is folding Dean's Scooby Doo boxers,
"Oh. Hello dear." She Says, then continues humming and folding Dean's underwear.

"Elena, Sam!" Dean Says

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THE BUNKER

Mrs. Butters runs her fingers along shelf, and blows the dust off it.

"Ohh! How you've lived in this filth is beyond me." Mrs. Butters Says

"Beyo—Lady, who the hell are you?!" Dean Says, as Mrs. Butters gasps.

"Language!" Mrs. Butters Says

"That's it. I'm getting my gun," He turns to leave, "Sammy! Lena!"

Sam and Elena re enters the bunker library, and stops in their tracks when they see Ms. Butters.

"Yeah, hey. I was, uh uh...hi? Sam Says

"Dean, What's going on?" Elena Asks

"Well, I was walking into my room, about to, uh, dive into my Dean Deluxe. I look up, and there she is, folding my, uh, underthings." He Says

"Your underthings?" Sam Says

"My-" Dean Says

"Well, if you'd folded them properly to begin with." Mrs. Butters Says

Dean throws up his hands in disbelief, Elena raised a brow at the older woman.

"I'm sorry. Who are you?" Elena Asks

"My true name is Oh, it's hardly decipherable in your tongue. Mr. Ganem called me Mrs. Butters." She Giggles

"Oh, Mrs. Butters." Dean Says

"Wait, our tongue? So, w-what? You're not human?" Sam Says

"Oh, no. No, no. I'm a wood nymph." Mrs. Butters Says

"Okay, well, shouldn't you be in the woods somewhere, nymphing?" Dean Asks

"Well, alas...that is a young one's game. But no, no, I have much more important things to do. And besides, I live here." Mrs. Butters Says

"Okay, So-So you're a Man of—uh, you're a Lady of Letters?" Sam questioned

Mrs. Butters chuckles, "Oh, God, no. I was never a member, no. No, no. No, I was more of a helper. I, uh, took care of the cleaning and laundry and the cooking. The Men of Letters, though highly intelligent, were oblivious to the necessities of life. But they were my boys. My family."

"Well, that's very progressive." Elena Says

"Look um Mrs. Butters uh, well, we don't want any trouble, so you can just leave." Dean Says

"Leave? But this is..this is my home. Well, I have worked for the Men of Letters since before the war." Mrs. Butters Says

"The war? What year do you think it is?" Elena Asks

"1958." Mrs. Butters Says

"Oh." Dean Says

"Oh." Sam Says

"Oh." Elena Says

"Well, afraid to tell you, but it's. uh..it's 2020." Dean Says, as Mrs. Butters looks lost for words.

"It well-then..well, where is Mr. Markham? Mr. Ackers? wh-where are the rest of the Men of Letters?" Mrs. Butters Asks

"You're looking at 'em. The rest of them are, um they're dead." Dean Says

"How?" Mrs. Butters Asks

"A demon named Abaddon killed them, all of them." Elena told

Mrs. Butters starts getting teary eyed, she turns to see old picture of the Men of Letters on the wall.

"Oh. That's why they didn't come back." Mrs. Butters Says

We see a feather duster whoosh over picture and the tone of the picture and room changes. Mrs. Butters is dusting the library.

"When the lads left for the ceremony, I was told to stay behind and guard the bunker. But they never returned. So to keep the bunker safe, I placed it and myself in standby mode." Mrs. Butters Says

Mrs. Butters is standing in front of the bunker's control panel. She pushes the "standby" button. We hear clanking from the bunker and then a whooshing as Mrs. Butters turns to green smoke and enters three warding symbols which then glow red. The symbols return to normal color and we are sent back to the picture of the Men of Letters.

"I never dreamed it would take this long to be reactivated." Mrs. Butters Says

"Yeah, we really don't totally know everything about this place yet." Sam Says

"It's been one apocalypse after the other." Dean Says

"Mhm." Elena Says

"Oh, no. It's fine. I know how busy your work can be. If you're anything like the others, then it has been an age since you've had a home-cooked meal or celebrated the holidays or oh..ahem washed your clothes." Mrs. Butters Says

"Yeah, we're not really holiday people." Sam Says

"Well I am." Elena mumbles

"It's worse than I thought." Mrs. Butters Says

"You said, uh, tha–that we were on standby mode. So this entire time, we've been operating on, uh, like, half power?" Dean Says

"The Men of Letters used my magic to give the bunker an extra oomph." Mrs. Butters Says, then snaps her fingers.

We hear the bunker power up some more, and more of the equipment powers up some more.

"Whoa." Dean Says

The light by telescope changes to green, electricity crackles and device somewhere beeps in the room.

"Hmm." Dean Says

"What's that?" Elena Asks

"Oh. The radar of course." Mrs. Butters Says

Dean looking at target light on map table,
"We have a monster radar?"

"The chime indicates something relatively nearby. And by the color, it looks to be a nest of vampires." She touches the table, "50 miles away. 725 Black Drive." Mrs. Butters Says

"We have a monster radar." Dean Says

"Yeah. Well, if you boys hurry, I imagine you can clean out that nest and make it back here in time for supper." Mrs. Butters Says

"Oh, hell yeah!" Dean Says

"Ohh, ooh." Mrs. Butters shakes her head at him

"Heck—Heck yeah." Dean Says

"Alright." Mrs. Butters smiled, then exits map room.

"Dean, hold up. How do we know we can trust her?" Sam Says

"Look at her. It isn't that big of a stretch to think that the Men of Letters wouldn't have found somebody to help out. I mean, they were basically a bunch of uppity, preppy bachelors, you know? Having a – whatever she is-it's almost required." Dean Says

"Yeah, but-" Sam Says

"Look, why don't—why don't we go check it out, alright? If the nest is real, then she's telling the truth, and we know we just caught a serious break, and we have not been catching those lately."

"And if it isn't?" Sam Says

"Then we deal with it." Dean Says

"Well you two can go on, I'll stay back here." Elena Says

"Your not coming?" Dean Says

"You really think I'm going to leave our two year old daughter back with a wood nymph stranger?" Elena Says

"Right." Dean Says

"What about Jack?" Sam Says

We see Jack sitting on his bed staring at the walls, as Dean knocks on his door.

"Hey, Jack?" Jack doesn't answer, he clears his throat, "Okay. Uh, listen, me and Sam we gotta head out. Um, but, uh, Elena is still here and we have a guest that's staying here, kind of. She's, uh—she's probably harmless, but just in case, watch yourself, alright? And if anything happens, obviously, give us a call. And she's, uh she's making cookies. Snickerdoodle. So if you want some..okay." Dean Says

THE IMPALA

We see the Impala roaring down a dark road, Sam is on his phone as Dean glances over at him.

"Who are you texting?" Dean Asks

"I'm just doing a last check on Elena that's all." Sam Says

"Du-Dude would you relax, Elena can handle herself we both know that. Plus the woman seems harmless." Dean Says

"Even if she is what she says she is, some kind of-" Sam Says

"Magic Roomba." Dean Says

"Whatever. Do you think it's a good idea having her around?" Sam Questioned

Dean Scoffed, "Well, we do have the son of Satan living down the hall."

"I'm serious. I mean, Chuck is deleting worlds. Amara is... somewhere. And Jack, he's-" Sam Says

"A mess." Dean Says

"Yeah." Sam Says

"He'll be fine. I mean, I've been through worse. Look at me, I'm the picture of health." Dean Says

"Ignoring your trauma doesn't make you healthy." Sam Says

"Sure it does." Dean Says

"Right. I don't know. Feels like Jack is hiding something." Sam Says

"He just needs some time, you know, some space. It's the only thing that works." Dean Says

"I hope you're right." Sam Says

THE BUNKER

We see Elena who's carrying Wren on her hip, entering the kitchen where Mrs. Butters who's cooking up some dinner.

"Hello, Dear." Mrs. Butters greeted

"Hey, so what are you cooking?" Elena Asks

"I just thought since it's probably been so long since you all have had a nice big meal, why not cook up something extravagant." Mrs. Butters Said, taking out a pot of food.

Elena sniffs the air and nods, "Well that smells delicious I can admit that."

"Thank you, oh my, my who's this beautiful little one right here?" Mrs. Butters Asks, smiling at Wren.

"This my daughter Wren." Elena Says

"Wren oh what a beautiful name, hello sweetheart." Mrs. Butters Says

"Hi." Wren Says, waving shyly.

Mrs. Butters, "Wow, how old is she?"

"She's two." Elena Says

"Two well your big for your age aren't you," She smiled, wiggling Wren's arm, "If you don't mind me asking, who's her father?" Mrs. Butters Says

"Oh no I don't mind, her father is Dean the one with the sailor mouth." Elena Says, as Mrs. Butters chuckles.

"Mhm that's one way of describing him, well you two have created such a beautiful child." Mrs. Butters Says

"Thank you." Elena smiles, "So who's the sandwich for?"

"It's for the gentleman named Jack, I know Sam and Dean told me he was going through a hard time so I figured why not whip him up a sandwich." Mrs. Butters Says

"Oh that's kind of you, he is probably hungry since he's been locked up in his room all day." Elena Says

"Right well I'll go give this to him, and you two can enjoy the snickerdoodles I just made." Mrs. Butters Says

"You made snickerdoodles?" Elena Says

"Mhm, fresh from the oven." Mrs. Butters Says, sliding the plate over the kitchen island.

"I haven't had snickerdoodles in a long time, my mother used to bake them for me. It was my favorite dessert's growing up," She picks one up and takes a bite out of it, "Wow..." Elena Says

"Is it good?" Mrs. Butters Asks

"Good? No this was the best thing I've eaten in such a long time, these are so good." Elena Says

"Aw thank you dear, well enjoy." Mrs. Butters Says, picking up the plate of food.

Elena picks up two snickerdoodles and gives one to Wren, they both clink their cookies together and takes bites out of it.

"Mm." Wren Says

"It's good right?" Elena Asks

"Yeah." Wren Says, smiling.

"See told you." Elena Says, as Wren takes another bite.

In Jack's room we see him laying on his bed. Mrs. Butters is holding a plate with a sandwich and knocks on the door.

"Hello, Jack?...Jack, Sam and Dean told me you were going through a hard time. And I thought I'd make you a sandwich in case you were hungry. Well, I'll just I'll leave it outside the door in case you change your mind." Mrs. Butters Says

SHACK

Inside an old shack where the vampire nest is, two vampires are watching TV.

"Hey, how come vampires like that live in mansions and we live here?" He Says

"In my new life I have been discovering that I have strange and remarkable powers. What kind of powers?"

Vampire 1 empties blood bag into large fountain cup with curly straw, and sips through the straw.

A loud thud is heard as door bust open, as Dean and Sam enter with machetes in hand.

"Any bloodsuckers in here?" Dean Says

The two vamps quickly get to their feet's flashing their fangs at them, but Sam and Dean swiftly decapitate the vampires.

"Whoo! Well that's gotta be a record. I mean no investigation, no dead ends. Just ding bloodsuckers, that monster radar rules." Dean Says

"Yeah." Sam Says

THE BUNKER

Sam and Dean return to the bunker and find jazzy Christmas music playing, lights strung, and a large Christmas tree with a toy train on top of the map table. Elena and Wren walks in, and looks at the decorations.

"Whoa." Elena Says

"Mommy look tree!" Wren Says, pointing at the tree.

"Yeah I see..." Elena Says

"Elena." She looks up at them, "What's going on?" Sam Asks

"I-I don't know." Elena Says

Mrs. Butters soon runs in with plate of decorated cookies, wearing an apron.

"Merry Christmas! Ha-ha ha!" Mrs. Butters giggles and twirls

"Oh. We are so keeping her." Dean smirked

Mrs. Butters continues to sing and laugh, as Dean begins to act like an excited child while Sam looks concerned.

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THE BUNKER

The next morning Sam and Elena is sitting at the table, as Mrs. Butters has made waffles and puts a big plate of them in front of them.

"Well, you three have spent so much time killing monsters, it seems like you haven't had a chance to celebrate much of anything." Mrs. Butters Says

"So that's why we're doing Christmas?" Sam Says

"Oh, phbbt! Don't be so dour, Samuel. Take a breath. Smile! Enjoy the world you're fighting for. Oh, we have so much lost time to make up for! Christmas and Easter and Thanksgiving. I make a mean apple-cranberry sauce." Mrs. Butters Says, as Jack enters the kitchen.

"Jack." Sam Says

"Hey, good morning." Elena Says

"Hello." Jack Says, raising his hand.

"Hey, uh, this is, uh..." Sam Says

"Oh. This is Jack," She looks at him, "What are you?" Mrs. Butters Says

Dean who's wearing a purple nightshirt similar to the one he wore it in Scooby Doo, the entered the kitchen where everyone is.

"He's a millennial. Don't let that throw you. He's a good kid." Dean Says

"The hell.." Sam Says

"What are you wearing?" Elena Asks

"Oh. Guys, you gotta see this thing. It's like I'm wrapped in hugs." Dean Says

Dean sits on the table and lifts up his nightshirt hem a little, and Sam makes a face like he's going to be ill.

"Oh!" Sam Says, looking away.

"Dean Um.." Elena Says, looking down.

"You gotta feel this thing. Look at this. The–oh. Heh-he." He Puts the nightshirt hem down, "I don't know where you got this, Mrs. B, but best gift ever." Dean Says

"Oh, you're welcome, dear." She turns to Jack, "Well, if they vouch for you, then it's okay by me. Oh, good heavens, you must be starving." Mrs. Butters Says

"Umm, I'm not that hungry." Jack Says

"Oh, poppycock. A young boy like you. Here." She hands Jack large glass of creamy liquid, "Try this, you'll love it." Mrs. Butters Says

"Smoothie! I want one." Dean Says

"You...may have tomato juice," She hands him the cup of tomato juice, "I'm worried about your cholesterol. Tsk, tsk, tsk." Mrs. Butters Says

"Oh I worry about it all the time." Elena Says, as Dean shoots her a look.

The alarm soon echoes throughout the bunker, as Sam, Elena and Dean shared looks.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho! We got one!" Dean Says

Sam, Elena and Dean run out of kitchen and to their bedrooms. We then see Sam, Elena and Dean dressed in their clothes, and pass by the kitchen where Mrs. Butters has sack lunches with their initials on it, prepared for each of them.

Mrs. Butters hands one to Dean, "No crusts."

"Ohh, Mrs. B, you're the best." Dean Says

"There you go Elena," She hands the lunch to get, "And don't you worry now, I'll make sure Wren eats her breakfast." Mrs. Butters Says

"Thank you." Elena smiles, then follows behind Dean.

Mrs. Butters gives Sam his lunch, "Oh and Samuel, the radar says it's a lamia. I put blessed knives in the trunk. And tell Dean to take it easy on the car. I just waxed it."

"Should I come or...?" Jack Says

"Wha—No, no, Jack, it's fine. We got it." Sam Says, then turns to leave.

"Bye-bye!" She turns to Jack, "Well, what shall we do with you? Hmm." Mrs. Butters Says

Jack is standing there smiling with a big milk-mustache. Later that day Mrs. Butters and Jack is doing dishes, as Wren is sitting in her high chair eating pancakes.

"Wren are the pancakes delicious?" Mrs. Butters Asks

Wren holds up a thumb, "Yummy."

Mrs. Butters smiles then turns back to Jack.
"So.. your father is Lucifer."

"Mhm." Jack nods

"Oh, my. What's that like?" Mrs. Butters Asks

"Well, I didn't really know my father very well. The only family I've ever really had is Sam, Elena, Dean, Cas, Corrina, Marley and uh...Mary." Jack Says

"Mary? Oh. It's alright. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Mrs. Butters Says

"Mary was Sam and Dean's mom and my, um...she was a good friend." Jack Says

"Well. She sounds lovely." Mrs. Butters Says

"She was. But um... I killed her." Jack sighed, as Mrs. Butters smile faded.

"Ohh." Mrs. Butters Says

"I-I didn't mean to. It—It was an accident." Jack Says

"Well. Yeah. We all do things, things that we are not proud of. But...life gives us second chances. And it is our obligation to hold onto them. Understand? Would you like another smoothie?" Mrs. Butters Says

"Sure." Jack Says, taking the smoothie from her.

Peppy rockabilly music plays as we see the boys and Elena run by the kitchen again and Mrs. Butters handing them each a sack lunch.

We see Sam, Elena and Dean bust down a door. Sam, Dean, Elena, Wren and Jack are seated at a library table set with linens and candles. Mrs. Butters is carving a turkey. The three are seen passing various dishes to each other.

Sam and Dean run by the kitchen again and are handed a sack lunch by Mrs. Butters. Sam and Dean bust down another door and take aim at something or someone.

The four of them are carving pumpkins in the library, the table is already full of lit Jack-o-lanterns.
Wren digs her hand in Dean's pumpkin, and tosses some at his face. Everyone laughs at him, while Dean looked down at his daughter who smiled at him.

Sam, Elena and Dean run by the kitchen again and collect the sack lunches from Mrs. Butters. The four of them and Mrs. Butters are seated at a library table covered in a checked tablecloth celebrating the 4th of July with hamburgers and beer.

Sam, Elena and Dean run by and collect sack lunches from Mrs. Butters again. A door explodes and we see Dean enter with his grenade launcher, Elena holding her shotgun and Sam has Mjölnir, "Thor's Hammer". the three of them all smile.

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THE BUNKER

Back in the Men of Letter bunker map room. Sam is wearing a birthday tiara and a cake with candles is on the table, as everyone surrounded the table singing happy birthday.

"Happy birthday to you!"

Sam blows out candles and everyone claps their hands.

"Happy birthday uncle Sammy." Wren Says, while sitting on his lap.

"Aw thank you Wren." Sam Says, as he picked her up and hugged her.

"Oh, Mrs. B, when it's my birthday, can I put in the request to have the, uh, Rice Krispie treats?" Dean Says

"Oh. Dear, at your age, I wouldn't think you'd want to celebrate your birthday." Mrs. Butters Says, as
everyone chuckles, "There's an extra batch just for you next to the fridge."

"You are the best!" Dean smiled, then left the library.

Later on Jack enters the library drinking another smoothie. He sees Mrs. Butters putting something in some wooden file drawers.

"Mrs. Butters." Jack Says

"Oh! Yes, dear?" Mrs. Butters Says

"I was just wondering if you could just, um, make me another smoothie." Jack Says, handing her the glass.

"Of course. Anything for my boys." Mrs. Butters Says, walking out the library.

Jack investigates the file drawers to see what Mrs. Butters was looking at. He finds her file and a reel of film. Jack loads and watches the film.

"Cuthbert Sinclair, Men of Letters, File 5150. As you know, Henshaw was successful in retrieving the wood nymph from the Thule's laboratories. After encountering a Nazi battalion, Subject B, casually referred to as "Mrs. Butters," destroyed upwards of 200 men before she was restrained. Wood nymphs, it would seem, though naturally docile, react violently when home or family are threatened. To that end, I have conducted a series of, uh, experiments designed to show the strange and magical being the importance of our mission. And Mrs. Butters has agreed to join the Men of Letters family for service and security. This... is a member of the Thule."

In the video he takes the hood off prisoner, Jack furrows his brows.

"Who, after a very thorough interrogation, is no longer of any use. Mrs. Butters, if you would."

In the video Mrs. Butters rips head off prisoner, Jack's eyes widen.

"Would anyone like tea or cookies?" Mrs. Butter Asked

"Son of a bitch." Jack Says