(Important authors note. I don't know when I'll be able to update this story or any of my other stories for that matter because as of today I'm losing my internet access. I will keep writing though so when I do get internet access you will more than likely get two or three chapters at a time with all of them.
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Unbeated so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
This is another recipe chapter and you will get two recipes. One I suggest you don't eat is Dean's celebration supper. You could if you wanted to try it but I don't know if it would taste good. It is something that I think a young Dean would of made for himself and Sam when food supplies was running low and he needed to get creative for supper.
I hope you like it.)
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Sam sighed. It was raining and that reminded him of when he left. Some days it was hard to remind himself that he was here finally guilt of leaving still ate at him, but he had gone and Dean in a roundabout way had given his blessing. Speaking of Dean, he had called a few days ago while John was out at a bar. Sam was shocked that Dean would want to call him but Dean said that he and Sam where brothers and nothing could change that and he wanted to talk with him and see how he was doing.
Sam got up and made his way around the pigsty he called a bedroom. Dirty clothing was scattered all over the floor. Coffee cups that held day old coffee and tea where on the desk along with papers and notebooks and food crumbs where all over. This was not like Sam at all normally he was a very neat person but this week he had just been in a funk. Maybe it was because Britney, a girl that Sam liked, had used him to get to his friend Brady or it could be that he bombed his science test and dropped from the B+ he was getting to C. He didn't know. Sighing opened the fridge door and grabbed a beer from the side opened it and drank a mouth full. Making his way over to the couch he thought about his brother. Dean would know what to do to get him out of this funk. More than likely he'd tell some embarrassing story about when Sam was little only to turn it on himself to try to make Sam laugh.
Sam set the beer bottle down on the table and went into his room and grabbed the letter and made his way back out to the living room.
Open when you're in a funk. The front said. Sam gently opened it.
Sam,
Remember when you were about nine and we went to the fair? We ate so much candy that day that after we went on the scrambler you throw up all over a clown. I don't know who was more terrified, you because of the clown or it because you hurled on him. Then we went on the ferris wheel, I think I had my eyes closed the entire time and nearly peed myself. I really don't like heights.
Also, remember the snow storm that left Dad in Wyoming when you were fifteen? We got to stay at Bobby's house for a whole two weeks longer then dad would've liked because he was stuck! We got to go sledding and made snow ice cream and then when the snow storm hit here. Man. A nice fire when the electric went out. Roasting hot dogs in the fire place and telling 'scary stories' that was fun. Remember the hot coco Bobby made? It was out of this world.
I also remember teaching you how to ride a bike. We were at some old motel and we couldn't find any kid bikes with training wheels so I got you dressed up in street hockey pads and a helmet and off we went. You where determined to learn how to ride a bike so you could keep up with me when I went exploring the trails around the junk yard. Any you did learn. Pretty quick I must say. I was so proud of you and I made you a special supper to celebrate.
Anyway. Enough reminiscing.
Get out of this funk that you're in and do something about it.
Your brother,
Dean.
Sam folded up the letter to stick it back into the envelope when he saw a piece of paper. Wondering what it could be Sam pulled them out and opened them. There in Deans best handwriting where some recipes.
Grinning Sam looked at them and smiled. He remembered all of that. He remembered how scared Dean was to get on the ferris wheel but Sam wasn't big enough to go on by himself so Dean took him on it. He also remembered the power outage, he could not remember why John didn't take them with to Wyoming but he remembered the scary stories, after seeing the things they did nothing seemed scary to them. And Dean teaching him how to ride a bike. He remembered that one the best. He would get so frustrated when Dean would go off on the bike trails around Bobby's house because he couldn't keep out so one summer Dean decided that he would teach Sam how to ride a bike. It took a good part of a day just for Sam to learn how to go from one end of the parking lot and back but he had been proud. When John dropped Dean and him off at Bobby's house a month later he could ride the trails with Dean.
Good times. That's just what he needed a reminder of all the good times. Smiling Sam finished his beer went into his bedroom and started to clean it.
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Bobby's hot cholate.
Yield: 4 servings
8 teaspoons sugar
4 teaspoons baking cocoa
4 cups 2% milk (Or whatever kind of milk you have. I have used tinned/canned milk and it tastes great.)
1-1/2 cups miniature marshmallows
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
In a small saucepan, combine the first four ingredients. Cook and stir over medium heat until marshmallows are melted, about 8 minutes. Remove from the heat; stir in vanilla. Ladle into mugs.
Dean's celebration supper for Sam learning how to ride a bike.
1 package or box of Macaroni and cheese
3 tablespoons of water (substitute for milk)
3 tablespoons of cooking oil ('borrowed' from the motel manager, substituted for butter)
1 can of green peas
1 can tuna drained
A few pickles from the fridge that where there when you got there to taste
Salt
Pepper If you have it, if not just leave out.
Make mac and cheese like it wants you to on the box. Drain and add oil and water and cheese package. Drain the can of green peas and tuna chop up some pickles. Add to macaroni. Salt and pepper to your taste. Serve.