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Chapter 12
The early morning brought radiant golden rays through the living room window waking Dean as it twinkled in his eyes demanding he wake up now.
He sat up stretching and yawning before he opened an eye to check on Sammy. He choked on his next yawn as he noticed where Sammy had been all night was replaced by a black cat sitting there staring intently at him. He frowned as he looked down and asked, "I suppose you know where my little brother is?"
Boo blinked as she meowed.
Damn, he thought distractedly, That sounded a lot like a yes.
Boo jumped down and raced towards the kitchen which now that he was awake he could smell all kinds of goodness coming from. He thought as he stood up, Bobby's back and making breakfast. Awesome!
Walking in he said with a smile toward the figure standing at the stove, "You're seriousy spoiling us old man."
Stepping in and seeing only Sammy stopped him short as he asked, "Where's Bobby?"
"I don't know. I was hungry… thought you might be too." Sammy said as he smiled and then with a shrug pulled the last of the bacon out of the skillet.
Dean stuttered out, "But…"
"Dude, I use to cook for you and then I cooked for Jessica every Sunday." Sammy said as he watched Dean.
"But…" Dean managed to repeat.
"When Bobby's home he won't let anybody else do it and then if he's not here, you end up doing it. So, when I woke up and you were still asleep… thought I'd cook." Sam said matter factly as he shrugged yet again.
Dean shrugged back and said with a grin, "So what did you make? Just the bacon?"
"No, I made Banana Pecan Pancakes with homemade caramel to pour on top. Bacon and Eggs with bisquits if you don't want that." Sam recited patiently.
"Banana Pecan Pancakes? With homemade caramel? Where the hell did you learn to make that?" Dean asked in surprise.
"Jessica's sister showed me so I could surprise her on her birthday. The first Sunday I made them…" Sammy said softly with a bittersweet smile at the memory.
Dean took a plate as he told Sammy, "Can't wait to try them."
The first bite had Dean sighing as he commented, "I would never have thought to do that. I thought you put caramel on like French toast. This is awesome. She had great taste."
Sammy smirked as he said, "I know, she picked me as a boyfriend."
Dean threw back his head and laughed before he looked at Sammy and smiled, "Like I said good taste."
The whole breakfast was relaxed and fun. A rarity to have so much calm and normal everyday fun for such a long time. They ate leisurely as they chatted and just enjoyed each other's company. They had almost finished cleaning the kitchen when Dean glanced at the wall clock. He frowned and was surprised that when Sammy lay down the hand towel after letting out the dish water he said, "Give him a call. See where he's at… tell him we wanted to make him lunch for when he gets here so we need to know what time he's pulling in."
Dean grinned as he told him, "Good idea."
Sammy smiled as he grabbed a beer for each of them out of the frig letting it slam shut on it's own and handed one to Dean as he called Bobby.
After several rings it went to voicemail and had Dean saying exactly what Sammy had suggested, ending with, "So give us a call when you get this."
"Huh." Dean said with a frown as he closed his phone and pocketed it. "Hey Sammy. I think maybe you're getting better." Dean commented with a slap on the back as the ambled back into the living room.
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"No episodes for nearly…" He looked at his watch as he added up the hours, "A long time." Because he didn't want to jinx anything.
Sammy grinned as he stopped and stared at Dean, "Ya really think so?"
Dean nodded and slung his arm over Sammy's shoulder and pulled him close as he muttered, "Yeah, we beat that Bitch!"
Sammy laughed as he noticed how relaxed Dean was. He slapped Dean on the chest as he told him, "I wouldn't trade you even for the impala."
Dean glared as he snapped, "If she gets 'napped you damn well better trade for her."
"I wouldn't trade you, you ass! Would you trade me?" Sam snapped in aggrevation.
Dean got a pained look on his face as he looked conflicted.
Sammy smacked him in the chest as he gave him a slight shove and stormed huffily upstairs.
By the time he got upstairs Sammy was locked in the bathroom.
"Stop actin' like a chick, dude. Of course I'd pick you." Dean commented as he leaned against the bathroom door.
Sammy snickered, as the shower turned on he commented, "Yeah I know. But I wanted first shower."
Dean smiled as he muttered, "You bitch."
"Yep, maybe. But I'll have hot water." Sammy said as he snickered back.
"I could kick down the door and throw you out." Dean threatened.
"Yeah, but you won't." Sammy said as he slid the shower curtain open.
"So, you're saying once again, Bobby is saving your ass and he ain't even here." Dean said has he moved away from the door.
"Pretty much." Sammy agreed with another chuckle as he stepped into the warm shower. Pretty soon there was stem coming out from under the door.
Dean moaned from the chair across from the bathroom, "Dude, leave some for me."
Sammy chuckled as he shut off the water and opened the door.
"Dude. You let the hot water run and you were already out?" Dean snapped in shock at the brat behavior his little brother was displaying.
"Maybe?" Sammy said with a shrug.
"Oh, bitch. You have just declared war." Dean said with an evil wicked grin as he stood.
Sammy paled as he told Dean, "No… no I didn't…"
Suddenly a knock on the door downstairs startled them to silence.
"The dog's not barking. So somebody Bobby knows?" Sammy finally said as he looked at Dean.
"Maybe." Dean said as he pulled his nine from the small of his back, quickly popping the clip slapping it once on his leg and slammed it back it to place as he chambered a round. Placing it back he asked Sammy, "Where's yours?"
"You took it away from me after…" His voice dropped into uncomfortable silence.
Another loud more demanding knock sounded, causing Dean to jog down the hall and trample quickly down the stairs, followed closely by Sammy.
Slamming the door open Dean was shocked to see Sheriff Mills standing in front of them, a serious expression on her face.
"Sheriff… what brings you out… Bobby's not here." Dean commented.
"Dean…" She cleared her throat, "Sammy. I know he's not. Can I…" She cleared her throat again before she asked, "Can I come in for a minute?"
Dean narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he tried to read her.
Sammy reached around Dean and pushed open the screen.
Boo was suddenly there at Sammy's feet watching the sheriff as well.
"So," Dean began when they had moved into the living room to stand around awkwardly, "Why the social call when you know Bobby's out of town? Something happen in town you think we're responsible for?"
Sammy interjected, "We've been here for weeks… I been sick."
"Boys, this is an official call." She said nervously, she damn sure didn't want to deliver this blow.
TBC
