"This is what we Vermont's do when all hope fails." Koven raised knife. "We cut it like this." She brought the knife down and slowly cut though the item.
"You're so dramatic when cutting a block of cheese." Dean said, glancing up at her from the table. She was dressed in her usual, jeans and plaid, but she wore a yellow apron over it.
While the boys were working, secretly trying to save her from hell, she was cooking something. Bobby's cheese grater was dirty, so Koven was using a kitchen knife instead.
"I take pride in it Mr. Winchester." She smiled, shredding the cheese. She glanced up, then yelped, dropping the knife.
"What happened?" Dean began to stand up. She lifted up her finger so he could see the cut on her pointer finger. She stuck out her lower lip in a pout.
"I cut my wittle finger Dean-y." She said she said, her eyes full of fake tears. Dean rolled his eyes as she walked over to him, holding out her pointer finger.
"What?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Kiss it to make it feel better." She pouted. He rolled his eyes, looking back down at his work, only to have the finger put in front of his eyes. "Come on Dean. If you don't we won't be having any dinner tonight." She said.
"Come on Dean, just kiss her finger." Sam said. Dean looked to his brother, then the pouting twenty-five year old pouting girl.
"Pwease?" She asked, her lip stickling out further. She sat down next to him, her finger still sticking out at him.
He rolled his eyes.
"Sammy, your brother's being a jerk." Koven whined, sniffing. "He won't kiss my finger." Sam rolled his eyes as well. "Come on Dean-y, kiss my finger." She leaned her and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Come on Koven, you're acting like a kid. You are twenty-five." Dean said
"And you're twenty-seven. Kiss my finger now." She answered. "Please." She whined. "We won't have dinner if you don't."
"Kiss her finger boy." Bobby said walking into the room, a couple books in his arms.
"Why can't Sam do it?"
"Because he's over there and you're over here. Please." She pouted again.
"Will you let me get back to work?" He asked. She nodded quickly and he sighed. He took her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her finger. She giggled.
"That tickled." She said. "Thanks Winchester." She leaned over and pressed a kiss his cheek before hopping off her seat before getting back to her cooking.
"This will take about twenty minutes." She said, picking up the knife again, wiping it off on the apron before continuing to chop up the cheese.
"What are we having?" Dean asked
"Deep fried, wait-till-it's-ready-to-find-out."