Recruit

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Naturally, I'm up early, about five I presume. When I'm dressed it looks like no one else is awake. I look in the fridge for food after some coffee and see only some beers, a suspiciously red jar and half a glass of orange juice. That's nowhere near enough for me to make breakfast, and I refuse to let them eat anymore take out. The boys deserve real food.

Looking on my handy-dandy Stark phone, I find a 24 hour grocery store just under five miles. Opposed to taking Deans keys or hot wiring his Impala, I decide to run. Grabbing Baby and my large backpack we take off.

I arrive at the store and leave Baby out side, tied only to avoid someone trying to take her. Quickly,I get enough stuff for breakfast but not too much to weigh me down on the run back. In the end I bring home fruit, eggs, things to make pancakes, bacon, milk and orange juice.

The run home is refreshing and much needed. I feel so much better. No one dares to wake first, I assume, since they're all still asleep. Tip toeing around to the bathroom, I shower off my morning exercise. By the time in out, dressed and cooking breakfast it's nine.

Finally I can't take it anymore, a wooden spoon and steel pan take their place in my hands. Marching up and down the hall I yell at the top of my lungs.

"UP AND AT EM' LADIES! C'MON BOYS FOODS COOKING!" And other variations until all bodies at counter for.

I feel nice and decide to take orders. Dean- omelet with pretty much everything on it. Sam- fruit smoothie and breakfast burrito. Kevin- some of Sams smoothie and blueberry pancakes. Bobby- biscuits and gravy with eggs and what ever the boys don't eat.

I have to manifest some sausage and more milk as well as other things. After the spread is set, Dean and Bobby go for beer. A smack on their heads is issued and a scold for waning beer so early. Everyone seems to enjoy the food because the table is silent until waves of 'Is there more of _____" begin and I have to make more food.

After everyone is full, I feel good about myself. Kevin and Bobby offer to help me cook while the boys have a little case to word today, I tell them that if they aren't home and washed up by six I'll sick Baby on their asses.

Bobby makes endless runs to the store because he gets the wrong extract, not enough of this, or because sweetened condensed milk is different from not sweetened. I make: three pies so that Bobby will have left overs when we're gone; a small turkey and a small ham; which is mostly to Bobbys credit between store trips; stuffing, rolls, green bean casserole, mashed and sweet potatoes.

Kevin and Bobby look absolutely ridiculous in their aprons. Bobby had a pink frilly one, Kevin's says 'Kiss the Cook' and a set of red lips. We joke around and throw flour when Bobbys back is turned. Baby catches scraps of whatever I throw midair, with or with out warning.

Come five forty-five there's no sign of Sam and/ or Dean. Not so much as a call. Six rolls around and nothing. Finally at six fifteen they call, they'll be here in five. As a joke, I have Baby as the door, teeth bared when they walk in. Of course, the command to attack is never given.

Dean eats almost a whole pie himself. I have a piece of pumpkin and apple, Kevin loves the cherry, Sam likes pumpkin and Bobby has some of each.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tuesday, November 25th, 7:30~~~~~~~~~~

Sam and Dean are forced into dish duty, since the rest of us have been cooking all day. Bobby flips through some old books, as does Kevin, and I look through dads journal. Creatures I always figured were mythical have pages of ways to be killed.

"Wait, so how do you kill a Wendigo? I got that they're human canibals gone magic, but how do you take one out?" I ask, rereading the page dad wrote on them.