WHO: Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle WHAT: baking, catching up WHEN: after these texts WHERE: Jo and Sam's. WARNINGS: TBD, low probably.
Dean was a man on a mission, a much tamer mission that those he was usually on, but a mission none the less. He was a pretty decent cook, had to be when you grew up fending for yourself most nights. Over the years his skill in the kitchen had grown, but it wasn't often recently that they'd managed to find a room with the facilities for him to cook. They'd turned to take out and hadn't looked back. When he'd been with Lisa and Ben he'd equally shared the kitchen duties, Ben loved his burgers, and Dean was more than happy to make them for him. He'd had the time then and he'd been a 'normal' guy.
Like here. Well, okay, he was a refugee from a different world; but he was free of the Demons, Angels.. apocalypses (because face it, there seemed to be a new one every year). Essentially he had a clean slate, a chance to be a regular Joe, and in his mind that meant cooking his own damn food and his favorite food was pie. So that's what he'd start with. A new challenge for a new Dean. Hefting the bag of ingredients in his arm, he chuckled at the next flurry of texts from Jo, and butted his head lightly against the door to her apartment, enough to make a thud but not enough to hurt.