Don't ask why I wrote this it popped in my mind should I even continue this.

Bunker

The alarm goes off waking the older Winchester up. He reaches out and turns the alarm off causing the room to go back into silence.

He lets out a groan as he comes out of bed. He walks out the room and decides to check on his brother. Reaching his brother's room, Dean slowly opens the door. Sam was snoring his head off and Dean couldn't blame him he was up most of the night researching for cases but so far there was no case that seemed suspicious.

Dean closes the door and walks to the kitchen. The first thing that came to his head when he reached there was food. He was starving. Dean opens the fridge. Luckily there was enough food to make a sandwich.

Dean gets out the lettuce, ham, butter and tomato and places them all on the table. He then gets two slices of bread and begins spreading the butter. He then places a few slices of ham on it followed by the lettuce and tomato. Finally he places the other slice of bread on top. The sandwich was finally completed.

Dean puts his newly made sandwich on the table with chairs and sits down. Without no hesitation. Dean grabs the sandwich. As he was bringing it towards his mouth. There was suddenly a voice that cried out.

"PLEASE...PLEASE DON'T EAT ME"

Dean pauses and frowns. He could have sworn he heard something just now but there was no one here. Assuming he was imagining things, he starts to bring the sandwich close to his mouth again.

"PLEASE DON'T EAT ME I'M INNOCENT"

Ok this was getting weird now Dean was pretty sure he heard something. He puts his sandwich down and stands up.

"Hello" he calls out.

There was no answer.

"Sam"

Still no answer.

Dean decided to go and check all the rooms including his brother's. Sam was still asleep and all the other rooms were empty.

I must be losing my mind I need coffee Dean thought.

He goes back to the kitchen and quickly made himself a coffee. He badly wanted to eat that sandwich his stomach was rumbling. With his coffee, he goes back and sits down ready to dig into his sandwich. Before he took a bite of his sandwich, he thought it was for best to get that coffee down him. As he was about to take a sip of his coffee, there was another voice.

"Boy you love your coffee do you."

Dean puts the coffee down confusion on his face. What the hell was going on.

"Oh sorry to disturb you. Drink away I don't mind I hope you brushed your teeth I don't want to be in a mouth if it has a smelly breath"

Dean pauses and looks down at his coffee. No that couldn't be his coffee food and drink don't talk.

"Are you drinking me or not I'm getting cold here."

Dean leaps out of his chair horror on his face "HOLY SHIT"

" Is he alright?"

Dean looks at the sandwich "Did that sandwich just talk"

"Of course he did you idiot." The coffee says.

Dean looks at them both. This couldn't be possible he must have be dreaming.

"Dean you alright?"

Dean jumps and turns round. Sam was standing there looking at him with confusion.

"No his not. He looks like his seen a ghost" The coffee says.

Dean looks back at the coffee "W...W...What"

"Dean what's wrong has something happened?" Sam asks.

"Can't you see what's happening." Dean answers.

Sam frowns "What am I supposed to be looking at?"

Dean points "The sandwich...the coffee they were just talking."

Sam furrows his eyebrows "Pardon"

"Hey it's rude to point honey" The coffee says.

"SEE SEE THE COFFEE IT SPOKE"

"Dean what are you talking about the coffee is not talking."

Dean gives him a seriously look "Sam it's talking like right now."

Sam walks to the table. He picks up the coffee and examines it.

The coffee scolded at the younger Winchester "Hey hands off I'm for Dean not you. Make your own."

Dean's eyes widen "See. Did you hear that."

"Hear what Dean?"

"The coffee told you to put her down."

Sam looks at him "Her"

Dean shrugs "It sounds like a woman"

"A very hot woman indeed" the coffee says with a giggle.

"Oh that's it" Dean snatches the coffee off his brother and walks to the sink.

"HEY DON'T YOU DARE I'M NOT GOING DOWN NO DRAIN THANK YOU VERY MUCH" The coffee yells.

Dean panics and puts the mug back down. Sam picks up the sandwich.

"May I" Sam asks.

"Um"

"Well you're not going to eat it." Sam says. He brings the sandwich towards his lips. The sandwich immediately let out a cry.

"PLEASE DON'T LET HIM EAT ME"

Dean whacks the sandwich out of his brother's hand. The sandwich hits the table and lets out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you"

Dean looks at it "I didn't do this for you."

Sam glares at him "Dean what the hell is going on with you"

"You couldn't eat him. He didn't want to be eaten. He begged me not to eat him."

"Him...begging" Ok Sam knew something was seriously wrong. "Dean...is the food really talking to you?"

Dean nods "Yes can't you hear it?"

Sam shakes his head starting to look concerned "No I don't hear anything. Is there other food talking to you?"

"I don't know so far it's the coffee and sandwich. I didn't do anything I swear I just did what I do almost everyday. Make myself breakfast and eat I didn't do anything else."

Sam frowns. He goes and opens the fridge. As soon as it was open. Dean covered his ears.

"SHUT THE DOOR"

"What?"

"SHUT THE DAMM DOOR THE FOOD IT'S SCREAMING AT ME RIGHT NOW"

Sam raises his eyebrow "Screaming"

"Well not screaming it's just they are all saying my name they are calling me."

Sam slams the fridge the door. Dean sighs with relief and removes his hands from his ears. Sam walks towards him looking more concerned than ever.

"Dean"

"Yeah"

"It seems that you can now understand food"