At the bunker
"Well this is it." Dean said. Sam had my dad's trunk. He carried it over to the library and sat it on the table. I followed dead down to what looked like a war planning room. It had an illuminated radio, a telegram and a ham radio. "Let me give you the grand tour."
We went back up the stairs and down a hall to the kitchen, the sauna, the workout room and shooting range. Then we turned down another hall that was all bed rooms. Sam's was the first on the left, Dean's was first on the right. Mine was second on the right.
It was the same size, shape and layout as the guy's rooms. It shared a bathroom with Dean's room, and while I didn't like it, I didn't particularly dislike it.
"Do you need any help carrying stuff in from the car?" He asked, leaning against the wall. He was being very hospitable, which didn't really fit with his style.
"Well I don't need any help, but if you carry all my stuff in I'll make dinner." I replied. He nodded.
"Deal. Don't make any vegan girly crap though." He said as we left. I rolled my eyes.
"Not all girls are vegans. Do you want something fancy or would you prefer comfort food when you get back from a hunt?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"I just love a good home cooked meal. Anything's good." He said. I smiled. I turned off the hall at the kitchen. In it I found Sam with his head in the fridge.
"What do you think you're doing?" I said. He pulled his head out, hitting it on the top of the fridge on the way out, I snickered.
"Just looking for a drink." He says. I rolled my eyes.
"Ok, well get out I'm going to make a pie then make dinner. I don't need you in my work space." I said. He held up his hands defensively and left with his beer.
I got started on the pie dough immediately. I mixed the flour, Crisco and water then rolled it out on a pastry slab I found. I used a big circle thing to cut a circle then laid the circle in the pie dish. Then I mixed the pumpkin, evaporated milk and spices for the filling. Then I put it in the oven and considered what to make for dinner.
I looked in the fridge and saw hot-dogs and Pillsbury rolls so I made pigs in a blanket. Their cook time was a little under the pie's so I threw them with the pie.
"Do I smell pie?" Dean said eagerly from the doorway. I shrugged.
"You might. You will have to see." I said. He smirked and left. When everything was done cooking I pulled it out of the oven and looked for a way to tell Sam and Dean it was ready. The kitchen had a four man table so I figured we would eat in here. There was this weird tube like intercom thing on the wall so I tried that.
"Dinner's on the kitchen table." I called. I put the pigs in a blanket on the table and went into the fridge. The only beverage in it was beer so I got one out for dean and poured myself a glass of water. Within two minutes the guys were in the room. Dean just assumed the beer was his and started drinking it. He sat down at the table and took some pigs in a blanket. After we had all finished our little pseudo-family dinner I got out tiny plates and brought the pie and whipped cream to the table. I divided the pie into 6 and gave each person one.
"See Sam, this is a girl who never forgets the pie." Dean said. I didn't really get it but pie must have some sort of significance for them. Dean finished his and then tried to serve himself another. I swatted his hand away. "What was that for?" he said.
"Your second slice is for breakfast tomorrow." I said. He rolled his eyes, then looked back at his plate. He thought I missed it but he had given me the smallest of half smiles.
Maybe this place would start to feel like home.
