Third Floor Common Room, Lunchtime

[psychic_wonder]

Sam had spent the late morning re-making the stew from this week's cooking class, and he only had a few steps left to go. Dean was the only one he was expecting to come and eat, but he'd made the extra effort to double the recipe, in case anyone else was feeling daring.

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[saltandammo]

Dean had gone back to his room after Law class yesterday and had spent most of the intervening time asleep.

Consequently he was feeling much more human and much less like a zombie when he headed down to meet his brother.

"Smells good," Dean said as he wandered into the common room.

[psychic_wonder]

"I know," Sam said brightly, sounding a little surprised. "And nothing's gotten burned."

[saltandammo]

"Good. Because I'm starving." Which, hey was something else that hadn't happened since the weekend either.

[psychic_wonder]

Sam grinned, happier to hear that than usual. "I doubled the recipe. There might just be enough for you."

[rebelheartalien]

There was a smell of food as Michael wandered downstairs and so, having nothing better to do, he stuck his head into the room.

"Hey."

[psychic_wonder]

"Hey," Sam said, giving the stew another good stir.

[rebelheartalien]

"Smells good", he said approvingly.

[psychic_wonder]

"Thanks," Sam said. "It's nice to hear someone not related to me say that."