(Yeah, I got into a writing spree thanks to all of the people who suggested a letter.

Here's a suggested letter from LilyBolt.

This is a recipe letter. It's another soup recipe. If you make it I hope you like it.

Thank you to criminally charmed, LilyBolt, guest1, Fightthefairies and guest2 for your reviews on chapter 10.

I don't own Supernatural.)

Steam billowed out from behind him as the twenty one year old hunter turned scholar stepped out of the bathroom and made his way quickly to his bedroom. Sam quickly dried off and changed into dry jeans and t-shirt throwing one of his brother's old sweatshirts on as well and walked out into the kitchen barefooted. Grabbing a coffee mug from the hook underneath the cabinets, really what apartment only provides three cupboards, he filled the cup with hot coffee from a fresh pot that he had put on to brew before he hopped into the shower. Taking the handless sugar bowl he put in enough sugar to make a dentist cringe and followed it by a healthy dollop of real whipping cream that Jess got for him when she found out he never had really whipping cream in his coffee. He swiped a spoon and made his way over to the couch to watch some TV glad he didn't have another class that afternoon. He was halfway through a TV movie when he relised he wasn't really watching it, instead he was watching the rain come down in a soft mist.

"Of course, now it's a light mist." Sam grumbled to himself taking a sip of his doctored coffee. When he had gotten out of class it was a downpour. He had run across campus to the apartment he was sharing with his girlfriend Jess with no umbrella and no raincoat. He sighed and turned off the TV got up and started wondering around the apartment. He pulled out his laptop he bought with his student loans and started working on his mid-term paper but gave up before he even wrote a page, he just couldn't concentrate. Sighing he got up from the kitchen table and taking his coffee cup he deposited it into the sink then made his way into the bedroom where he crashed onto the bed and closed his eyes. He didn't mean to fall asleep but the late nights and getting up early finally caught up with him and he drifted off. He woke up to thunder crashing and rain lashing at the bedroom windows. Thankful once again that he didn't have another class for the day Sam heaved himself up and grabbed his cellphone to look at the time. He had a missed call from Jess. Playing it he found out that she was going to be home late from the hospital where she was doing her clinical. While she was explaining all this on the voicemail Sam looked at the microwave clock and was startled to find that it was five O' clock at night. He sighed hit end on the phone and went to just sit on the couch again and look at the rain when he turned and made his way back into his room and grabbed the letters. Going through them he found the one he wanted and sat down on his bed to read it.

Dear Sam,

It said

It is raining here. Mom loved the rain. I remember that a little. If it was warm enough and I had a lot of energy from being cooped up she use to dress me up in my swimming trunks rubber boots and a rain jacket and we'd go for a 'puddle walk' as she called them. I use to do that with you as well remember? You had a ball. If it was at night and there was a thunder storm I'd try to get your mind off of it by building a fort out of the blankets and motel pillows and eat supper in there or I'd tell you stories. You really liked King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. I must've told you every story about them that I could remember and soon you were telling me about little things I forgot in the story.

Remember that one day when I must have been in ninth grade so you were in fifth grade anyway it was the end of September Dad had gone to Indiana for the week and we had to stay in Michigan, we got half way home and it just started down pouring! We ran the rest of the way home and of course both of us where soaked to the bone. We had no coffee, hot chocolate or even soup to warm us up. Until the owner of the motel knocked on the door and gave us that really good wild rice soup. I think that was the best wild rice soup I ever had. Rich and creamy. Yummy. Luck I got the recipe from his wife, not that I ever got all the ingredients to make it.

Anyway.

I hope you aren't climbing walls from boredom.

See you around.

Dean.

Sam laughed. He vaguely remembered the 'puddle walks' that Dean would take him on. They were pretty fun. Peeking into the envelope. There was a worn piece of notebook paper and in shaky handwriting was the recipe for wild rice soup. Calculating how long it would take to make it and how long it would take him to go to the store Sam grabbed his rain jacket. Nice hot soup would be a nice surprise for Jess when she came home. After that maybe he could convince her to do something as childish as building a fort.

Wild rice soup.

Makes three servings.

(Can be made vegetarian by substituting butter for bacon and condensed vegetable broth for chicken.)

3 or 4 slices of bacon cut up or two tablespoons of butter

2 medium stalks of celery, sliced (1 cup)

1 medium carrot, cut (1 cup)

1 medium onion, chopped (1/2 cup)

1 small green bell pepper, chopped (1/2 cup)

3 tablespoons flour

¼ teaspoon pepper

1 ¼ cups cooked wild rice

1 cup water

1 10 ½ oz can condensed chicken broth

1 cup half and half or evaporated milk

Fry bacon or melt butter in a 3 quart saucepan over medium-high heat until bacon is done but soft or butter is melted. Add celery, carrot, onion and bell pepper. Cook about four minutes, stirring occasionally until tender.

Stir in flour one tablespoon at a time stirring well after each addition add pepper. Stir in wild rice, water and broth. Heat to boiling. Reduce heat to low. Cover and simmer for fifteen minutes stirring occasionally.

Stir in half and half or evaporated milk. Heat just until hot. DO NOT BOIL OR IT MAY CURDLE!