Harry Winchester by Magster1102

Chapter 6

Dean awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. He instantly grabbed some clothes to put on and made his way downstairs, catching a glimpse of Harry with a frying pan in his hands.

"Where'd you learn to cook like that?" he asked, as he slid into one of the chairs on the table.

Harry turned around, a little surprised at him coming down so early, "My uncle and aunt had me cook because they had no clue how to. And the first time they tasted my cooking…well, let's just say that they didn't stop me cooking after that." Harry shrugged and turned back around, stirring the eggs slowly.

"So you learned how to cook because your bastard if an uncle and a bitch of an aunt made you?" Dean asked angrily.

Harry shrugged again, "It's not like I don't like to cook, and I actually love doing it. It helps clear the mind and all that."

"Well, if you like doing it that's good I guess." Dean said uncertainty.

By the time Bobby and Sam made it downstairs, Dean had already had three plates of bacon and eggs and Harry was just starting to start his first.

"Smells really good!" Sam exclaimed, grabbing his own plate. Dean and Harry exchanged a look and snickered. "What?"

"Nothing," Harry said at the same time as Dean. Sam looked down at his plate in confusion.

"What did you guys do to my plate?"

"Nothing!" Dean and Harry said again, trying to defend themselves. Not like they wanted Sam to know that the prank wars between Sam and Dean were starting up again, except this time Dean and Harry on his side.

Sam hesitantly took a bite and quickly spit it out. "Did you boil it in salt? It tastes like chewy spices! Where the hell are the actual eggs?" He exclaimed, while Harry fell off his chair laughing.

"Prank war is starting, Sammy. We all need a laugh right now and this seems the best way. Except…Harry's on my team." Sam defiantly looked angry now.

"But Bobby won't go on my team!"

"Damn right he won't! I'm not going into these silly games that you people have every year!" Bobby exclaimed, taking his breakfast to his room. Sam seemed to have a sudden thought as to why this was starting again.

"Harry, you know this won't stop us talking about what happened at your uncle's house right? We are going to talk about it." Harry paled a little, but nodded.

"I thought I already told you what happened, remember?"

"Ya, but you didn't tell us how you felt." Sam insisted, "And it seemed you downplayed it a little."

Harry huffed and scooped half of his clean eggs and put them unto Sam's plate. "You don't deserve to go hungry."

Sam grinned and ruffled Harry's head, "Thanks!"

"So…silver can hurt a werewolf or shape shifter, holy water can hurt a demon and for a spirit you have to burn the body or find something that the person left behind?" Harry recited from memory.

"Correct," Bobby said, "Next we're teaching you about devil traps."

Harry grinned and tried to trace what Bobby had in front of him.