A/N: Written for the SPN100 challenge. Word of the week = flame.
Fanfiction Writing Month: October [552]
If You Dare Challenge - #887 (Liquid state)
Are You Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge - #197 (confused)
Disclaimer: I do not own SPN.
Jack wandered down to the kitchen, bored out of his mind. It was 3 am, but his body had already replenished its energy with the little sleep that it had received. He knew Sam and Dean were fast asleep, for he could sense their presence in their respective rooms. He knew what sleeping normally felt like for humans (tension gone, breathing deep and even), but for the Winchesters, it was quite different (body tense, breathing shallow and irregular).
He turned on the stove. He could sense that neither Sam nor Dean would get a good night's sleep tonight, so he decided to cook something instead. The burner's flame lit up blue, which Jack found odd. He knew from watching television that fire was generally orange or yellow in color, but he shrugged. The human world was a strange one.
He'd seen Dean make pancakes before, so he recalled his actions from memory: flour, butter, milk, egg… He couldn't remember how much of each ingredient created a pancake, but he mixed all of them together nonetheless, creating a bowlful of creamy gunk. Yes! thought Jack. I have created a pancake! He dumped the contents of the bowl into the griddle, listening to it sizzle and steam. It was truly amazing; this concoction was the liquid state of a pancake.
Jack frowned. How big is a pancake supposed to be? He wasn't quite sure, so he made them enormous in case the Winchesters were extra hungry. Humming, Jack cracked open the laptop that Sam had given him and watched an episode of his favorite television series. Surely, these pancakes would take a long time to cook. Putting his headphones on, he lost himself in the ecstasy of human television dramas.
His headphones were torn from his head. All of a sudden, he could hear alarms going off throughout the bunker, wailing like a fire truck. Dean was in front of him, glaring and holding his headphones. "Did you do this?"
The distinct odor of burnt pancakes wafted into Jack's nostrils, and he became immediately confused. What had happened to his perfect breakfast? Oh, no. His pancakes… Jack gulped, ashamed. "I'm sorry, Dean. I was only trying to cook breakfast." While Dean scolded Jack, Sam was cleaning up Jack's mess, dumping the burnt mess into the garbage and turning on the kitchen fan. "I thought it would be a nice gesture." His eyes lit up. "Like you did for me yesterday. Pancakes. A nice gesture."
Dean's hard expression softened a little. "That's nice, kid," he told Jack, "but you can't just put something on the stove and leave it, okay? It's gotta be up there for a certain time, and then you gotta take it off. Otherwise, it'll burn and you'll be eating ashes off your plate."
Jack nodded carefully. "Okay. I believe I understand now."
Dean patted his shoulder. "It was a nice gesture, kid. We appreciate it" —Sam gave an encouraging wave from across the room— "but your cooking skills suck." Jack's face fell a little, so Dean sat down across the table from him. "Don't worry, kid. How about today, you can help me make lunch?"
Jack grinned. "Awesome."
Dean knew that Jack had gotten that word from his own perpetual usage of the term, so he couldn't help but smile. "Awesome."
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