Third Floor Common Room -- late Saturday Morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean hauled the bags of ingredients he and Sammy had handwavily bought in town into the kitchen and dumped them on the counter.

"There," he said, turning to his brother. "I think we've got everything."


[ooc: open, feel free to come heckle the pie makers.]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"We really need to get you over your mixer phobia one of these days," Dean said, as he looked at the list and began measuring out the proper amounts of everything.

[likethegun]

"It's not a phobia," Sam said defensively, taking what Dean was measuring and starting to mix it all together in a large bowl. He had to admit, cooking smelled nice, when he did it right, at least.

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"What would you call it then?"

[likethegun]

"Healthy paranoia," he replied, stealing a phrase from Dean.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sammy, it's a kitchen appliance. Not a gremlin."

[likethegun]

"It's a dangerous kitchen appliance. Have you seen how fast those little metal mixing parts turn? You could lose a finger to that thing."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Only if you put your hand in the bowl when it was going." He stopped suddenly and stared at Sam. "You didn't..."

[likethegun]

"No!" Sam said, trying to be quickly reassuring. "I didn't. See, all my fingers are still attached." He waved his hands at Dean for good measure.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well... good. Important safety tip that."

[likethegun]

"I'm not that bad at cooking," Sam said. "I mean yeah, I'm still pretty bad, but not to the point of losing body parts."

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"I know," Dean said quickly. "I know you're not. Hey, I wouldn't be making pies with you if I thought you were."

[likethegun]

"Good," Sam replied, smirking softly. "Because really, it's not that kind of pie."

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Dean made a face. "Dude, gross! And you thought Dawn's pie idea was disgusting."

[likethegun]

"That's because Dawn's pie idea was disgusting," Sam replied, tossing the apples into the bowl to mix them with everything else. "You know, there's a musical about a guy who killed people and hid the bodies by having them baked into pies. Remind me to never let you listen to that."

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"You're kidding. A musical? There's actual songs about this?"

[likethegun]

Sam laughed at Dean's reaction. "Yeah. It's morbid humor."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"You sure it wasn't written by a demon?"

[likethegun]

"While that would certainly explain some of the rest of Sondheim's work, I seriously doubt that he's a demon. Really."

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"One could've just possessed him to write about people pie," Dean said.

[likethegun]

Pouring the apple mixture into the pie, Sam decided that humoring Dean might be the best way to go. "Sure. Maybe that's what happened."

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Dean snorted, leaning back against the counter and watching what Sam was doing. "Yeah, like I can't tell when you're humouring me."

[likethegun]

"Like you don't need to be humored sometimes?" Sam replied, his mouth quirking into a grin.