AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is just a bit of fluff I've had in my head for a while and I decided to tack it into this story. Next chapter will be moving into the meat of the story.

BTW—There's one small crude comment Fiona makes, but other than that, this is probably a pretty clean chapter, considering.

Chapter 2

Once Sam and Fiona were out of the hospital, Dean had wanted them to stay at Bobby's for a while to recover, but Fiona insisted that they get back on the road. She'd always felt better if she had something to do and even though right now she'd probably be limited to research because of her right shoulder, that was fine with her.

When they finally reached a small town in Texas, Dean pulled into the parking lot of the Cactus Cougar Motel and parked, looking over at Sam who was sound asleep in the passenger seat.

"He's practically begging us to mess with him," Fiona observed, looking at Sam with mischief in her eyes.

"Yeah, but they gave him the good drugs when we left the hospital," Dean replied, sounding disappointed. "He'd be too loopy to remember."

"That's why they created camera phones," Fi said, cheerfully, digging hers out. After Dean messed with Sam a bit and Fi snapped a few pictures, she leaned over the back of the seat and shouted, "Sam, wake up!"

Sam jumped up, looking around wildly as if they were being attacked. But noticing that it was just Dean and Fiona, he groaned. "Very funny," he muttered as he got out of the car.

"Sorry, Sammy Baby," Fiona said, sweetly, enjoying Dean pretending to throw up. Once they were out of the Impala and in the hotel room, Fi dropped her duffle on one of the beds and sat down, carefully easing her arm out of the sling she'd been forced to wear the past few days. Slowly moving her shoulder, she winced at the pain, but it wasn't too bad now. 15 years in the Marines had taught her how to deal with varying degrees of pain and the shoulder was still in the manageable-without-painkillers range.

Grabbing the TV remote, Sam turned it on and flipped over to the Food Network prompting an instant protest from Dean.

"Dude!" Dean said, looking shocked at his younger brother's viewing tastes. "Come on, seriously, man? Since when do you watch cooking shows?"

"Hey, man," Sam protested, pointing at Fi. "She's the one who got me into the whole thing."

When Dean gave her an incredulous look, Fiona just shrugged. "One of the guys in my unit had this cooking magazine and the guys would take turns cooking recipes some nights." With a dirty grin, she added, "And then we caught one of the corporals jerking off to a picture of Nigella Lawson."

Dean choked on a sip of the beer he'd just pulled out of the cooler and he stared dumbfounded at Fiona who looked totally unabashed. He'd never—in his entire life—heard Fi talking like that before and it caught him off guard. But before he could check that Sam hadn't noticed, he turned to the TV and couldn't look away from the gorgeous woman who was sautéing onions. Gently curled black hair, eyes the color of milk chocolate, and her voice… A soft English accented voice that could just make a man go crazy in love.

"Dean," Fiona said with a smug smile. "Meet Nigella Lawson," she added, gesturing to the TV.

x

"This guy would be you if you could actually cook," Dean commented as he sat on one of the beds with Sam, watching Alton Brown use some weird model to explain some science of cooking.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked, grabbing another slice of pizza from the box that sat in the middle of the bed.

They had been watching the food channel for almost two hours now, and to Sam's amazement and delight—simply because of the wide range of blackmail material—Dean had actually started watching as well.

"Come on, Sammy," Dean said with a grin. "You're practically a walking encyclopedia of supernatural and mundane information." Indicating the TV, he went on. "This guy—"

"Alton Brown," Fiona supplied, sitting on the other bed with another pizza.

"Okay, Alton Brown—" Dean corrected. "—is obviously a walking food encyclopedia." As the show moved along, Dean frowned at the TV. "Okay, that is NOT what happened."

Fiona turned and frowned at Dean. "What are you talking about?"

"Robert Johnson was offered a deal," Dean explained. "Crossroads demon gave him 10 years before he was ripped apart by hellhounds."

"Wait a second," Fiona said, muting the TV before turning to face Dean. "A frickin' musician gets 10 years and you only got one? What the hell?"

But Dean didn't look at Fi and realizing that Dean didn't want to talk about it, she settled back on the bed and put the volume back on. After a while, Dean finally said, "You think if I sent the food channel a letter correcting them on the Robert Johnson thing they'd just laugh?"

"Probably," Sam replied, shrugging.

x

"Now that's my kinda guy," Dean said later, watching Guy Fieri try and fit his mouth around one of the biggest burgers Dean had ever seen. "I mean that looks like one delicious burger."

"Dean, when was the last time you had your cholesterol checked?" Fiona asked, appalled. "You're probably one burger away from a heart attack."

"Hey, food hasn't killed me yet," Dean protested as he grabbed a couple beers from the cooler and handed one to Sam and Fi before popping one himself.

"That's… not exactly true," Sam said, quietly, but when he noticed that Dean and Fi were staring at him, Sam sighed and grabbed the remote from where Fiona had set it on the nightstand. After turning off the volume, he said, "Brower County Mystery Spot." Looking at Dean, he added, "You ate a bad taco and ended up dying of food poisoning."

"Yeah, but come on," Dean protested. "That was probably a fluke. Look at me: I'm fine!" Grabbing the remote, he thumbed the volume back on just as the show ended. "Great. Thanks a lot, Sammy."

"I've created a monster," Fiona muttered, setting her beer down and rubbing her still-aching shoulder.

A/N: In regards to the Food Network celebrities mentioned, I am a big fan of Alton Brown, (And FYI, Alton did mention Robert Johnson in the Tamale episode.) I think Guy Fieri is a bit annoying a times, and Nigella Lawson is one of the most beautiful women to ever grace a TV kitchen.