Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

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Dean was up fairly bright and early -- or at least what he considered bright and early -- and out in the Common Room cooking mass amounts of breakfast. Both John William and Cas were helping and he suspected that even if no one else showed up, the three of them would be able to polish off a good portion of what they were cooking.

And then maybe later he'd take them out for pie.

The boys were Winchesters after all.

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"Bacon and eggs and saugage and pancakes," Cas said, looking up from when he was carefully mixing up the pancake batter. "And later there's going to be pie!"

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"Can I help?" Kristof asked. He liked helping people.

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Cas thought it over, then handed Kristof another spoon. "You can help mix. But we have to be careful not to make a mess or we'll have to clean it up and the pancakes will get cold waiting!"

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"And cold pancakes are icky," Kristof said as he started mixing. Of course, a little batter managed to get on the counter. He promptly grabbed a paper towel and wiped it up.

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"Good!" Cas told him. "Daddy would say you earn the hero cookie."

[weeparks.livejournal.com]

"Do I really get a cookie or is that one of those met... meta.. whatsit things?"

He meant metaphor. His tongue, however, did not like the word.