"Sam! Sam! Come here, quick! Sammy!" Dean yelled, excitedly.
"What?" Sam asked, walking into the kitchen.
"She's cooking, cooking real food." Dean said, sitting at the kitchen table in front of a plate as Damian placed steaks, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, and apple sauce onto the table.
"I take it you don't get much home-cooked food?" Damian asked.
"We never get home-cooked food." Dean said. "And this smells really good."
They ate there meal in almost complete silence, but it was nice. All four of them sitting there together it was almost like a family.
After dinner Damian started on the dishes, washing them by hand. Dean walked over and without a word started to dry.
"Thanks for the meal, it was great." Dean said, as he set a dry plate in the cupboard.
"I use to cook a lot growing up; it's kind of the only thing I'm good at." Damian said, handing him a cup.
"She's lying; she's a genius at the piano." Bobby said, wheeling into the kitchen.
"Bobby." Damian said, rolling her eyes. "I'm okay at the piano."
"Play us something." Dean said, putting the last dish away.
Damian glared angrily at Bobby she led the way too the library where an old black upright piano stood. Damian sat down and started to play a Metallica song, once she finished she looked up too see Dean smiling like an imp.
"How'd you learn that?"
"I just listen and – I don't know it sort of comes through my fingers." Damian said, with a shrug.