The morning after was a quiet affair. Sam was the first one to wake up, despite Deans or Michaels nudgings he wasn't really able to sleep and Jack was awake soon after as well due to the new sensation of his stomach rumbling in hunger.

So Sam brought him to the kitchen and started to make breakfast for all of them. He kept it simple, eggs, bacon, and toast. Tea was made and the coffee pot was put on as well. Everyone else was still asleep, leaving it just the both of them.

Sam sipped at his tea leaning against the counter, jaw moving from side to side as he watched Jack carefully try the things he made. Food tastes different to him now, they tasted like actual food and not just the atoms being pressed together and it was fascinating to watch his face as he ate.

Sam didn't eat anything, he wasn't sure if he was going to keep anything down and he didn't really eat breakfast that much in general anymore. He just sipped his tea, made another cup for Jack because he was eyeing it, and sat down at the table, staring down at it.

He'd made his peace with the idea of wanting revenge, the more he thought about it the more he realized that it was something he's wanted for a while, but actually doing it? Actually moving to get said revenge? That was a completely different thing, something that wasn't so easy to obtain.

It was god after all, how could one get revenge on god?

"Sam?"

Jacks voice broke through his musings and he blinked, looking up at him. "What?"

Jack was looking at him, head tilted to the side. "Aren't you going to eat?" he asked. "It's good, I really like it."

"Thank you." Sam said with a smile. "And no thanks, I'm not that hungry in the morning."

"But...I remember reading that people should eat three meals a day." Jack said slowly. "And...you don't."

Sam just smiled at him, reaching out to pat his hand. "I'm fine Jack, I don't eat that much regardless."

"You really should, your body is hungry and needing more nutrients."

Sam breathed out slowly and turned, looking at his brother as he came into the kitchen, wearing his dead guys robe. Both of them stared at one another before Dean went to the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup.

"You should eat Sam, I can see that your body needs it." Dean said, sipping his coffee and making a face at it. "The hell is wrong with the coffee? Are the ground fresh?"

"You got the grounds yesterday." Sam said plainly. "It's not the coffee, it's you. You're tasting the molecules, not just the coffee."

Dean clicked his tongue, coughing. He reached for the bacon strips in the pan and took one, biting into it. He started to chew and then stopped, a look of disgust filling his face. "What the hell?"

"You're tasting energy." Sam told him, sipping his tea. "More specifically, bonds being broken down and energy releasing because of it."

Dean glanced down at what he had been trying to eat. "So what, I can't eat anything anymore?"

"You can eat, you're just not going to enjoy it like you used to." Sam said. He stared at his brother for a long moment. "Jack can you give us a moment alone?"

Jack glanced between the both of them, swallowing hard. He looked down at his half finished plate. "Can I take this with me?"

"You can go to your room or my room, just don't make a mess." Sam said, watching Jack nod and leave the room with his food.

"I'm serious, you should eat. I didn't like you skipping things before but now," Dean said waving his hand over Sam. "Cause if you don't-"

"You'll control me to make sure that I do?" Sam injected. "You'll use your power again to make me want to do something I don't want to do because you think its best?"

Dean looked pained. "Sam I just wanted you to sleep." he said. "It was a long day and you needed to rest and you weren't going to go to sleep without some...help."

"Help." Sam repeated. "Is that what you're going to be calling it? Help? Putting your will on mine because you think it's the better way, not giving a damn about what I want to do."

Sam reached out and picked up a piece of toast that Jack hadn't taken and tossed it at Dean who caught it easily, taking a bite out of it automatically before making a face at the taste, crumbs and pieces falling out.

"I want to get one thing straight right here, right now." Sam told him. "This whole, revenge against god thing? If you want me on board, if you want me on your side, then you never use your power against me like that ever again. I don't give a damn what it is, you're not doing a damn thing."

"Sammy." Dean said, putting everything to the counter and wiping his fingers on the side of his robe. "I'm just...I just want to take care of you, I want to help you."

"Not like this, never again like this." Sam told him. "Because if you try again, I will trap you in a circle of holy oil and I'll search this library until I find a spell that'll take Michael right out of you." he met Deans gaze headon. "I've had enough Dean, I've had enough of people controlling me and doing whatever the hell they want to me. I'm done. And if you want my help with this? Then you're going to listen to me."

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