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When Sam woke, it was in a bed that wasn't his own and without his dad or brother in sight... needless to say, there was a lot of freaking out. He fumbled out of bed and went looking through the apartment he was in... only to find a dog and not much else. Nothing that would tell him where he was anyway or where Dad or Dean was, when they'd be back.

He even got desperate enough to grab the phone and try their numbers... only to find them no longer in use which was just... even weirder. Now he was even more worried.

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"I don't care..." He paused. "Not mac and cheese." That was one of Dean's favorite things to whip up from his time anyway... and yeah, it got kind of gross after awhile.

"Dude, what's wrong with my mac and cheese? It's gourmet!" Actually, he'd gotten a lot better with mac and cheese. No more boxes with the powdered cheese. Still, he wouldn't inflict it on Sam tonight. He had some steaks thawed in the fridge he was planning on cooking up, so if Sam didn't have a preference, that's what they'd have.

"We have it all the time! I think that's the only thing you can actually cook..." Or whatever else was almost instant. He shook his head, smiling. "Is that still the only thing you can cook?"

"No, dude. I'm like a badass chef now. You're the one who can't cook." Sam was getting a little better, but Dean would still rather do it himself. He grinned and nudged his shoulder against Sam's. "I'll show you. You'll be amazed."

"I'll believe it when I see it, Dean." Because the Dean he knew? Totally wasn't interested in cooking that much to get that great at it.

When they got closer to the apartment, he followed Dean inside. He was getting kinda tired now,so he was looking forward to the rest. They'd been walking practically all over Savannah today... a breather sounded kind of nice.

"You'll see, brat." Dean promised. He could totally cook now!

Dean left Sam with the TV, the book shelf, and the puppy in the living room. In the kitchen, he got to work on dinner. Steaks and baked potatoes were always a winning combination. He'd even put a salad together just to forestall any complaining.

Sam settled on the couch with a book and Ozzy's half on his lap to get scratched. He read quietly, waiting for Dean to call him in.

He had to admit, whatever he was making smelled good.

Dean had two big potatoes baking in the oven while he seared the steaks in a cast iron pan on the stove -- just as Alton Brown intended! He hummed to himself as he put the salad together and set the table. When everything was ready, Dean plated the steaks and potatoes, he put butter and sour cream on the table for the potatoes, and then he called Sam in. "You want a soda? There's water, milk, and I think some V8 or some crap older you likes."

"Soda sounds good." He stepped into the kitchen, looking around curiously and settling at the table.

"You really cooked this?" It actually looked good... He was pretty surprised actually.

"'Course I did. Where would I stash a chef in here?" He retorted, grabbing a soda from the fridge for Sam and a beer for himself. He set the can down in front of his brother and took his seat. Second later, he had a furry hopeful sitting beside his chair.

"Moocher," he complained and got a tail wag for his trouble.

Sam snorted, rolling his eyes as he took the soda, opening it and took a drink. He smiled at the puppy... no wonder his older self thought he was going to get fat!

"Bet you're still gonna give him some anyway."

"Am not," Dean lied as he cut a small piece off his steak and slipped it to Ozzy. He was powerless to resist those big eyes. It was all Sam's fault. Sam started the puppy eyes thing years ago and Dean had been helpless against them ever since.

"Liar." He grinned a little more and started to pick at his food, giving an approving hum. "This is really good, Dean. I can't believe you can actually cook, man."

Dean grinned as he dug into his food. Oddly, he was kind of proud of his cooking. It wasn't the most manly past time, maybe, but it made him feel good. "Everybody's gotta have a skill, right?"

He smiled at that, shrugging a little. "Guess so. I think you found yours... do you do it a lot?"

Weird to think about Dean enjoying cooking enough to put this much effort into it, really.

"When I'm home and have time, yeah. Sometimes I work late." And then Sam was in charge of food which meant more vegetables than should be legally allowed in one meal sitting. Dean had begun to suspect Sam liked salads and crap so much because you could eat them raw. No cooking involved.

"So you work at that place earlier, right? The bar?" Hey, that was only a plus of vegetables. That totally wasn't the only reason!

"Yep. I'm their favorite bartender." Totally true. Well, okay, their favorite guy bartender. There was a smoking hot redhead who did better in tips than he did, but she also had a rack to admire. "Might pick up a second job soon. Bartending's fun, but it's not the best paying career. Figure we're gonna need a bigger place soon. Ozzy'd like a yard to run in."

He shook his head at the favorite comment, smiling to himself. Oh, he was totally sure. He perked up at that comment, looking at Dean. "A bigger place? Really?"

It was still just almost unbelievable. Like he woke up in someone else's life and not his own, not his future. "So, we're really settled down here to stay?"

"Yeah. I mean, we haven't talked about it yet, but I was thinking about it." He didn't figure Sam would object, though. A house with a yard was even more normal than an apartment, right?

He took a drink from his beer and chuckled. "Yeah, unless you decide you wanna go somewhere else. I doubt that'll happen until school's over, anyway."

"Sounds nice..." It really did. Just too bad he wouldn't get to see it... "What am I in school for?"

"Pre-law. You're still an egg-head, dude." Dean grinned, but his tone was proud. His dork brother was going to be someone powerful one day. Then Dean could get into all that legal trouble he'd always wanted!

He really was doing good for himself, wasn't he? He grinned, ducking his head. "That's so cool, Dean. I never really thought I'd get to do any of that. I always wanted to, you know..."

"Yeah, I know you did, Sammy." He leaned back in his seat and watched his brother for a minute. Didn't want to freak him out or anything, but he felt like he needed to say something that had been on his mind since he saw mini Sam standing there this afternoon. "Man, if I'd known then what I know now, we'd have had this a lot sooner, you know? It wasn't ever that I didn't want you to have what you wanted, Sam. I just didn't really understand what it all meant... having something like this."

Sam looked up at that, eyes squinted briefly. It was so weird to hear Dean talk like that... all of this just screamed weird. "Dean, I know what I get out of this... I mean, I always wanted a normal life. I don't like moving around and changing schools, never having friends... I mean, it's kinda lame you're the closest friend I got, right?"

When Dean wasn't driving him up a wall or just being an annoying big brother, that is.

"But what do you get out of this? I mean, I know you, Dean, and I know you like hunting."

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