Title: untitled
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 210
Point of view: third
Prompt: Something brotherly and happy. Doing mundane activity but because the boys are doing it together it's better. Maybe conversation they have before falling asleep.
"Hey, Sam," Dean calls from the kitchen. "Dude, we have an awesome stove."
Sam glances up from his book--a Nero Wolfe novel, thank you very much, he's so glad to be reading for fun again--and raises an eyebrow. "An awesome stove?" he repeats. "Okay."
"We should totally make supper tonight instead of going out!" Dean says, stepping into the den. "That'd be cool, huh?"
Marking his spot with a finger, Sam meets his brother's eyes. "You wanna cook?" he asks. Far as he knows, Dean hasn't cooked at all since they've been on the road together. Not since they were kids, actually. Since Sam left.
But now they have an actual house, with an actual kitchen. They both have actual jobs that don't require digging up corpses or setting things on fire or fighting against the forces of Hell and Heaven to stop the apocalypse. They have actual groceries in their actual fridge, and if Dean wants to cook supper, then they will cook supper. And Sam will utterly annihilate anything that gets in their way.
"Yeah," Dean answers as Sam tunes back in. "I think it might be fun."
Sam grins up at him, setting his book to the side. "Okay," he agrees. "Let's cook supper."
