Dean Winchester | 008 | Video

[venatical]

Well, welcome to the other side.

[ Dean's been laying low since this place decided to turn into an episode of This Is Your Life, featuring some of his least favorite angels of all time, but after their stint in the tunnel, it seems kind of dumb. They know he's here, even if they didn't talk, and Dean knows they're here, and what the hell ever.

He's got stuff to say, anyway. He spins around in his chair, revealing the wall of monitors behind him, some of them showing feed from the Cape. ]

Now we get to see what life's like over here. Ever wonder what those cameras were hooked up to? [ He grins tightly. ] Found it. Lots of seats up here too to make it nice and cozy.

[ Dean's pissed, and it's thinly veiled, but he breaks off from that to look away and then back again. ]

Has anyone seen Charlie? Redhead, big nerd, game for miles. Tell her to call me.

[ She probably just got lost in the shuffle, right? (He can't even fool himself that much.) ]

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[venatical]

[ Hey, the food situation is a vital part of their everyday life here, and Dean's excited to see a fridge full of shit, or a pantry full of other shit, even if half of it looks like it tumbled out of a Star Wars bar.

Maybe that makes it cooler. ]

I can meet you there. Think I'm done with reality TV over here.

[triplelindy]

[ Nothing wrong with a little brotherly raid of the kitchen. Sam chuckles, nodding at the video. ]

All right, I'll catch you there.

[ And after ending the transmission, he starts on a hunt....for the kitchen. Which doesn't take too long, actually, since he's about three doors away from it. Maybe his stomach was leading him to his destination unknown.

Whatever the reason, Dean will find his brother in the kitchen opening cabinets, taking stock of what they have with narrowed eyes and perhaps a growling stomach. ]

[venatical]

[ Dean gets there a little later than Sam, but the kitchen isn't hiding itself from him, that's for sure. He comes in and claps Sam on the back, giving his shoulder a squeeze of greeting.

Every time he sees Sam on his feet -- or just sees him in general -- Dean feels... relieved. Especially after losing Charlie. ]

What's cooking? See anything worth making?

[triplelindy]

[ Sam glances back at his brother in acknowledgement before pulling out a generic box of cornflakes, shaking it a bit with a raised eyebrow. ]

About what you'd expect. Haven't hit the fridge yet. [ He sets the box on the counter. He might just grab a bowl and call it a day at this point, Sam doesn't feel too picky about what he's going to be putting in his stomach right now. ] Think I might keep it simple right now.

[ He's suddenly reminded of Dean's 'nesting' that happened once they found the Men of Letters bunker and he turns around to face his brother fully, a not quite hidden smirk on his lips. ]

Unless you're up for cooking. Pretty sure I saw an apron around here somewhere...

[venatical]

[ He shoots Sam a look. Shut up; Sam loved those burgers and he knows it. So what if Dean took a little pride in their kitchen, in their home, and let himself feel a little settled? Sam can tease him all he wants, but maybe for the first time in a long time Dean's actually going to be all the way okay with wearing an apron and cooking and nesting and all that crap.

Speaking of, maybe one of these days he should bring it up to his brother about how he and Cas are... There's a thing there that they aren't ignoring anymore.

That's a far cry from what Dean actually said to Cas about his feelings, but let's be real, that was a one-time event. ]

You're just jealous I might be a better cook than you. [ Pew, shots fired. He elbows Sam out of the way needlessly; the kitchen's huge, but he's just being a jerk. ]