Challenge Word: Scratch
A/N: I know, it's a trope that's been used over and over since they found the bunker, but nothing else wanted to be written.
"Find anything?" Dean sets a plate of cookies on top of Sam's pile of research material.
Sam absently reaches for a cookie, his eyes not leaving his book. "Nothing. These Men of Letters kept records on everything. You'd think we'd be able to find something useful."
"Well, keep at it." Dean pats his brother's shoulder and turns toward the kitchen.
Sam's voice stops him. "Did you bake these?"
"Yep. Wha'd'ya think?"
"They're good. From a mix?"
"Bite your tongue, heathen! Made those from scratch."
"Wow. You're a regular Betty Crocker."
"Eat up. It's your turn to clean the kitchen."
*moan*