Principal's Tower, Sunday morning

[demons_death]

John was quiet when he got up that morning, careful not to wake anyone else.

He had a Mission.

He'd watched Dean carefully yesterday when he'd been cooking and he was sure he could do it too and he was going to prove it by cooking for everyone this morning

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[saltandammo]

Dean watched Dawn go over to talk with Dad then turned his attention to Sammy. "So, you happy now?"

[saltandammo]

Dean grinned encouragingly and clapped Sammy on the shoulder. "That's my boy. Oh and free advice -- the correct response to a seven year old shooting you with a water gun is to find one of your own and shoot them back. You should remember that from when you were seven."

[psychic_wonder]

"I was not this bad when I was seven. Was I?" Sam asked.

[saltandammo]

"Well you didn't go out and hang in bars at night," Dean allowed, "but generally? Yeah. There's a marked resemblance."

[psychic_wonder]

"Okay, consider me amazed that I lived past seven without getting killed by you or Dad," Sam said.

[saltandammo]

"Aw, you weren't so bad." Dean nodded to the other side of the room where it now looked like John was charming Dawn. "Neither's he."

[psychic_wonder]

Sam decided not to get into an argument about Dean's bias towards their dad, especially since he really did seem to be winning Dawn over. "Yeah, I guess not."

[saltandammo]

"Come on," Dean said, clapping Sam on the shoulder. "Let's go have you eat some crow so we can finally eat breakfast."