Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Fourteen: Addiction

Summary:  Dean cooks chili and Sam's withdrawals reach a rough spot.

A friend had taught him how to make chili a couple of years ago and he wanted some, so Dean was going to do what he seldom had the time to do...cook.

Watari was putting away the groceries, chasing the teens away from the chocolate after giving them each a bar to nibble on.

The older Winchester hauled in the last load and began helping to put up the rest of the groceries. Watari noticed several baked pies in one bag, but most of what the hunter selected were meats, vegetables, fruits, seasonings, and dairy products.

"Leave that package in butcher paper out, Watari. I'm cooking tonight. There was a guy in the butcher shop of the market who had a deer butchered. We got to talking and he offered me a couple of pounds of chopped venison for stews and chilies. I offered to pay him for it, but he said he had plenty. This being Texas, I found some Wick Fowler's. I'm gonna make chili. Let it simmer awhile. We'll have rice with it. But I'll have chopped onion, grated cheese, and some corn chips if anyone prefers it that way. I hope Sam wakes up and feels like eating. He would love this."

"We might talk the others into trying some of it." He left the venison out and helped put the produce away.

"Do they eat anything besides sweets? It seems to me that it would be really bad for you. I like my unhealthy foods but I don't live on sweets."

"They will eat one normal meal a day but are very, very finicky on it. The sweets..for some reason..they metabolize it differently than you or I do. L likes to say it's due to the amount of thinking they do."

Dean thought it was odd, but didn't go any further on it. He took two tins of tea he found in the foreign foods section of the market. He was surprised when he stepped inside to see the diversity it offered. The manager said they had a lot of foreign residents and catered to their desires as well as the locals' needs. He handed an Earl Grey and an English breakfast tea to Watari. "It's imported," he murmured, embarrassed suddenly.

He smiled. "I appreciate it. We all love our teas."

Dean nodded, not telling the man that he had gotten the teas for him because he felt something akin to family with him. He smiled and mumbled something about never tasting it before. His Dad believed in strong coffee, sodas, and the hard stuff. Dean used to sneak in milk for Sam.

The two worked together to get the kitchen ready. Watari sighed, stretching a bit.

"You look tired. Maybe you ought to get some rest. Take a nap. I'll call when dinner is ready. Venison takes a while to get good and tender."

"I have some work to complete," he rubbed the back of his neck.

Dean pulled out a kitchen chair. "Sit down for a minute?"

He laughed softly and followed the young man's instructions.

Dean asked where his room was, and went in search of something. He was back a few minutes later with a med kit , and asked Watari to remove his shirt.

He complied, jacket and shirt being laid on a chair.

Dean removed a large tube from the kit. "This does not burn, and it's not greasy. It has a pain reliever in it that goes into the muscles and tendons in the body, and helps the joints ease. I have a doctor friend who gets it for me. I wouldn't be able to afford if it wasn't for him. It costs a pretty penny." Dean removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his buttoned down shirt. He started with the lower back, looking for knots and began to work the ointment into Watari's back forcing the knots to relax. He slowly worked up the man's back, working each knot. He checked his arms for swelling or knots and worked where pain seemed to be. Finally, he started on the shoulders and the neck. "Some of this is not muscle but rheumatic pains are just as bad, and it helps joints. If you need your legs and feet done, let me know."