There's bacon and eggs and hell, even some kind of croissanty biscuit things. Dean grabs all of them and starts cooking it, just the simple act getting his head pulled together and calming him down big time.
The coffee finishes and he pours two mugs of it automatically, as if he were making breakfast for him and Sam. Just like when he puts together two breakfast sandwiches made of the eggs, bacon, and croissandwich bread. He sticks his head around the corner to see Gabriel watching, and jerks his thumb over his shoulder.
"There's food. And coffee. If you want any." Sure, angels don't need to eat, but he knows Gabriel has a zest for food. Among other things.
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Date: 2015-06-15 02:11 am (UTC)From:The coffee finishes and he pours two mugs of it automatically, as if he were making breakfast for him and Sam. Just like when he puts together two breakfast sandwiches made of the eggs, bacon, and croissandwich bread. He sticks his head around the corner to see Gabriel watching, and jerks his thumb over his shoulder.
"There's food. And coffee. If you want any." Sure, angels don't need to eat, but he knows Gabriel has a zest for food. Among other things.