Disclaimer: I don't own the Winchesters or anything related to Supernatural. I'm just having a little fun.
MOODY BLUES
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Sam Winchester stumbled over the threshold of the bunker's kitchen and paused long enough to run a hand over his face and through his wild, wolfhound hair. With a grunt in his brother's direction, he plodded toward the half-full coffee pot.
"Good morning to you, too," greeted Dean.
Sam growled in response.
"Uh, okay, you sound like you got up on the wrong side of the bed, got back in the bed, and got out on the wrong side again."
Sam threw a glare over his shoulder while doctoring his coffee. "That doesn't even make sense," he mumbled.
"Sure it does. It means you're crazy grumpy this morning."
Sam emptied three quarters of his mug and poured a refill before shuffling to the table and dropping into a chair. "What are you so happy about anyway?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Who said I was happy? I just said 'good morning'."
The younger Winchester eyeballed him over the rim of his mug. "You have a ridiculous grin on your face."
"Oh, that's because I found us a hunt. I think it's a Stickistanus. You know how I love to hunt those little buggers."
"That's because you're weird," Sam said around a yawn. "This is your fault, you know. That I'm tired, I mean."
"My fault? How?"
"I could hear you snoring."
"Right. When down the hall in a completely different room."
Sam shrugged. "I can't explain it."
"Yeah, well, I don't snore anyway so…"
Sam snorted. "Keep telling yourself that, Dean." He got up to refill his coffee then waggled the pot in Dean's direction.
"Nah, I'm good—that's the third pot this morning."
Sam raised an eyebrow and shook his head. No wonder Dean was so perky. He was on a caffeine high.
"Want some breakfast?"
"Nah."
"Come on, you need to eat. I'll make you anything you want…except Eggs Benedict because poaching the eggs grosses me out."
"Waffles," said Sam somewhat sarcastically.
"You got it."
"Oh, wait—I forgot. We don't have a waffle iron."
"Au contraire, Sammy boy." Dean went to a cupboard and pulled out a shiny new waffle make. He flashed Sam a giant smile. "Bought it last week."
"Wow. Okay, waffles it is," Sam nodded, perking up for the first time that morning. "Hey, do we have any bacon to go with them?"
Dean huffed. "When do we NOT have bacon in the fridge." Dean pointed his spatula at the refrigerator. "Oh, and there's sausage too. And hash browns too if you want 'em."
A small grin finally graced Sam's face and his bad mood lifted a little. He grabbed all the breakfast items he could find and went to work.
FIN