DEW: Everybody loves cookies!
TITLE: Cooking to Die For
CHARACTERS: Death and Dean
GENRE: Gen
RATING: G
WARNINGS: None, except maybe that this is pretty cracky!
SPOILERS: Umm... Mid season eight for location, I guess?
WORDS: 100
When he walked into the bunker's kitchen, Dean expected it to be empty, so he felt he could be excused for the rather unmanly squeak when he found a surprise visitor, especially since it was Death.
"You can relax, Dean," the horseman instructed as he rolled up his shirtsleeves. "It's not your time. Yet," he added rather ominously under his breath.
"Okay..." Dean blinked.
"As a being only occasionally of a corporeal nature, I don't have a kitchen. I want to bake cookies, and your kitchen is nice. You may have some, of course."
Dean blinked again. "Knock yourself out!"
CHARACTERS: Death and Dean
GENRE: Gen
RATING: G
WARNINGS: None, except maybe that this is pretty cracky!
SPOILERS: Umm... Mid season eight for location, I guess?
WORDS: 100
When he walked into the bunker's kitchen, Dean expected it to be empty, so he felt he could be excused for the rather unmanly squeak when he found a surprise visitor, especially since it was Death.
"You can relax, Dean," the horseman instructed as he rolled up his shirtsleeves. "It's not your time. Yet," he added rather ominously under his breath.
"Okay..." Dean blinked.
"As a being only occasionally of a corporeal nature, I don't have a kitchen. I want to bake cookies, and your kitchen is nice. You may have some, of course."
Dean blinked again. "Knock yourself out!"