Babysitting

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Takes place time wise after Meg is revealed and Alec has been altered...Lindsey walked into the Winchester house, closing his eyes as he sensed which beings were currently inside. The dog, the Hell Hound spawn that Sam had found to protect his brother, looked up from the spot on the couch that he had fallen asleep

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The lump made a small mewling noise and burrowed down farther into the cushions. One hand could be seen, still wrapped in a soft, supportive brace, fingers burried in the dog's warm fur.

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"I'll take that as bacon then." Lindsey rolled his eyes as he rolled up his sleeves and went to work making waffles since the house had a waffle iron that had not been used in far too long.

"I had a cat once when I was a kid that ate bacon. Loved the chewy kind. hacked it up afterwards."

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The dog clearly liked the idea of bacon. It shifted like it was thinking about going to the kitchen to be closer to the source, but then it wuffled Alec through the blanket and settled. Alec would just give him baconny goodness for free. Lindsey would make him beg and maybe not give in anyway.

Alec's stomach rolled at the thought of hacking anything up, and at the thought of food. Then it decided it wanted food. He hated that feeling. Hungry-sick. He hated most feelings right now. "Had a balimic cat." It was mumbled and mashed into a cushion. He winced at the sound of his own voice. He'd been picking some pretty random shit to say lately when he spoke at all.

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Lindsey thought a moment. "I guess it was bulimic. Skinny as could be. All the neighborhood tom cats loved her. We had more barn kittens from her than any of the others."

While the waffles cooked and the bacon fried, he started to refill the fridge. What was it with the fast food and the beer? Didn't these guys eat anything healthy?

Lindsey may be dead, but he still ate like he planned on living a long, healthy life.