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“Dean, I have a problem,” Jack said, holding a flaming pan.As in, a pan on fire.Dean went from sleepy to oh fuck in seconds.“Kitchen, kitchen, kitchen,” he repeated, taking Jack away from his room (and very inflammable Scooby-Doo bed sheets).The kitchen was even worse. Another pan was on fire, it’s content burning to the crisp. Some of it had fell on the floor and was staining it with ashes.The smoke was everywhere. Dean wondered why the fire alarm wasn’t blasting and waking everyone up, but then remembered they turned it off after Rowena’s last spell. Only difference with now was that Rowena’s smoke was purple. So was Charlie’s hair for a week afterwards.Getting sidetracked.“What happened?” Dean asked, incredulous.“I woke up early so I wanted to make breakfast before Sam and Cas came back from their hunt, and…”“And?”“I might have used my daily grace to speed the process. Too much, obviously,” Jack revealed.“You’ve got so little grace you can only use it once a day and you choose… you know what, that’s not the important part.”Dean turned to Jack and realized the kid still held the first pan. “Throw it in the sink!”Jack obeyed. Dean drowned the flames, they went out with a hiss that resembled the dying scream of bacon and eggs.“Okay, that’s one thing done,” he told himself.Next was the toast. Dean took them away from the heat, then saw the sink was completely filled with bacon-egg pan. “Shit.”The handle was really heat, he could feel blisters cover his skin. He couldn’t put the pan on the steel worktop, the marks would never leave.He advised Sam’s board, the one he used to cut vegetables and stuff. It was wood but if Dean turned the board upside down afterwards, Sam wouldn’t notice the mark and Dean would have time to buy another identical.
He was right, his hands had blisters, granted they were small. Jack had bigger ones from walking around the bunker with the pan on fire.Jack was all saddened. “I’m sorry, Dean, I wanted to do something nice for everyone and I messed up.”
“Hey, it’s okay, kiddo. We all mess up sometimes. I can’t count how many mac and cheese I burned before I got it right.”“Hey, guys, what’s goin- oh shit, it’s Hell’s Kitchen,” Charlie said, sliding in the room.“No, it’s… the bunker’s...” Jack frowned.“Watch your slippers, there’s ashes all around,” Dean warned as he turned the vent on.“Do I want to know what happened, or…?” she asked.Dean turned around. “We’re eating Lucky Charms for breakfast.”She nodded, and Dean saw that she had a pillow in her hand. “Ok, you’ll tell me and Kevin when it’s served. We’re kinda busy.”“What are you doing?” Jack asked.“Pillow fight!”“I’m joining!” the kid said before disappearing with Charlie.Dean heard something like “Kevin! Kevin, watch the light!” and then a noise that sounded like broken glass. He considered waking up Eileen to have a real adult with him. “It’s Lucky charms time!” Jack yelled across the bunker.Cas, Jack, Kevin, Eileen, and Charlie joined Dean and Co in the map room, the only one with enough place for them to eat all at the same time. Jack had put bowls for everyone, made sure Cas got his honey and Charlie her ADHD medication. The kid wanted to make sure it was as perfect as it could be.“We’re out of toast?” Kevin asked.“Yep, I’ll buy some today, Dean replied. Hey, it’s a great opportunity to eat something other than Nutella toast!”Kevin shrugged and grabbed his bowl.Cas sat next to Jack. “Thanks for making breakfast, Jack,” he smiled.Jack whispered something to his ear. Cas chuckled. “Don’t worry, this is perfect. I’ll help you next time, if you want to.”Jack nodded, and when Eileen gave an interrogating look, signed something to her. She replied and made them both laugh. Mmm. Dean should keep learning ASL.“Hey, did someone touch the light outside my room? I found it shattered on the ground,” Sam asked, walking in the room.Kevin and Charlie did not meet his look.“Cereal?” Dean asked, handing him a bowl.“Yeah, just a second, I’m gonna make a smoothie,” Sam said before disappeared in the hallway.Dean thought about it then stood up “Wait, Sam, I-”“WHO BURNED MY KITCHEN BOARD?!”