2. The Kitchen

There been some money left over for groceries, so Dean decided to stop at a supermarket and pick up a few things.

The kitchen was nowhere near the modern beauty that Dean had used when he was living with Lisa and Ben - but I've cooked on worse, he thought.

He lingered a moment over the packages of meat and said to himself, "Screw it; I'm getting Angus beef."

From there, the decisions were easier - I am totally christening this kitchen in style. We can cheap out later, Dean thought.

Dean bought real Wisconsin cheddar cheese, sliced at the deli department. He bought fresh baked hamburger buns from the bakery.

He even bought romaine lettuce and a couple of juicy beefsteak tomatoes.

That's all the vegetables I'm buying, Dean thought. Sam can get off his freaking ass and get his own rabbit food!

He snagged a six-pack of Corona beer, and a six-pack of El Sol beer. Then Dean got some eggs, bacon, and okay, a loaf of whole wheat bread.

Because mornings are too early to hear Sam bitch and moan about the importance whole grains, Dean thought.

He found himself on the coffee aisle, and stopped to get a bag of whole beans ground for the still working, ancient percolator he'd found in the kitchen.

Then he heading back to the bakery, Dean thought, Screw, Sam; I'm getting cinnamon rolls.
And one of those apple pies.

And then, as a sop to Sam's need for "health food", Dean bought a container of orange juice with the pulp still in it. Then he bought a container with "no pulp" for himself.

Hmm, we might need something for lunch tomorrow, Dean thought.

He went back to the deli and got a pound of sliced turkey for Sam and a pound of sliced ham for himself.

Then Dean found the condiments aisle and got mayonnaise and mustard, smiling at the thought of the bitch-face Sam was going to pull when he saw that Dean got the "full-fat" mayo.

Lastly, Dean bought sticks of butter for the bread and to toast the hamburger buns.

Then he was off to the checkout counters.

"Dude," Sam said when he saw Dean come in with bags of groceries, "How much money did you win off those kids? Because it looks like you bought the whole store."

"I won enough," Dean said. "And if you want to eat, you'll shut up and help unload the car."

"Wait a minute - what are you cooking?"

"Burgers."

Sam let out a sigh. "Don't we eat enough of those already?"

"These," Dean said, holding up a package, "are going to be Angus ground beef burgers. Made with my own two hands. This is nothing like that stuff we eat all the time. Besides I brought you lettuce and tomato, so you should be happy."

"Whatever, man," Sam said. "Just call me when dinner's ready."

"It's gonna be a taste sensation, Sammy!" Dean called out, as Sam went out to the Impala.

Dean patted out the burgers between his hands, then put two of them in cast iron skillet he had found.

He melted and entire stick of butter to get the burgers started frying, then once they started making their own grease, Dean washed his hands and set about slicing the tomatoes.

"You made these?" Sam asked, an incredulous look on his face.

"We have a real kitchen now," Dean replied.

"I know. I just didn't think that you knew what a kitchen was."

"I'm nesting. Eat!"

Sam bit into the burger. Oh my God, he thought. Dean actually knows how to cook. This burger is like gourmet quality.

"Eh? Eh?" Dean made "I told you so" noises, watching Sam's reaction.

"Wow."

"You're welcome."

A/N: I have a few ideas of what I want to write in these drabbles, all centered around the Men of Letters bunker. I'm going to go AU for the show (because I don't believe for one minute that Sam and Dean would drag complete strangers back to their new hideout - "Remember the Titans" I'm looking at you!) And yes, there will be a few quotes from the show, but 99 to 100 percent of the stories will be my own work. I own nothing!