"Great," he said, a smile spreading over his face for the first time that morning. Picking up the plate with all the pancakes on it, Sam carried it over to the kitchen table and sat it down in the middle. "I usually do. Dean says I'm an overachiever." He kind of was. That was why he did so well at Stanford. Between that and his stubborness anyway.
Carrying the plates and silverware back over to the table with his good arm, Sam gestured toward the pancakes and said, "Help yourself. Didn't think to pick up any chocolate chips, but there's whipped cream and chocolate syrup. Almost just as good."