likely_evil | It's going around and Sam caught the bug

When Murphy had told Sam he needed to contribute to the pack by cooking, she didn't miss the bit of panic that went over Sam's face. To ease him into it, Heather and Butters had agreed to give him breakfast. It was simple. Coffee, toast, eggs and bacon. Or maybe pancakes. Easy. Apparently, they were wrong.

Sam wasn't aware that he was being watched as he was currently covered in flour, leaning over a cookbook while trying to figure out the recipe. Sam had never made pancakes before but he hadn't thought it was going to be that hard. But the batter kept having lumps and he couldn't stir them out until everything was all over the counter and there was a smear of batter on his forehead.

Finally Murphy cleared her throat and Sam snapped his head up, embarrassed. "This isn't as easy as it looks," he stated, trying not to whimper.

"No, it's not. However..." She went to a drawer and pulled out a whisk, holding it out to him. "With the right tools, it gets easier."

"What's that?" he asked.

Murphy just looked at him a moment, reminding herself who Sam really was and that he actually might not know some of these things. "It's a whisk."

His eyes widened with realization. "Oh! I thought the book was talking about a certain way to stir the batter... not an actual tool."

She was doing her best not to laugh at him. "Just try it. It'll make things a lot easier."

Sam nodded and took the whisk, going back to the batter and starting to stir it again. Shaking her head, Murphy went to get a cup of coffee, then groaned in appreciation. "Well, at least you're good at something," she muttered, heading back to the living room so she could still keep tabs on Sam and hope he didn't burn the cabin down.

When Jo had bad days at work, Sam knew it was his job to pull Jo out of her work mind and back into a healthier mindset. So when he got a call from Rufus that he needed to go to the station to pick Jo up, his fear caught in his throat until he saw her sitting on the station steps with a cup of coffee in her hands.

"Baby?" he asked, jumping out of the car and running over, his hands taking hers, fingers running over the wedding band on her hand as he took the cup away from her. "Are you ok?"

"I just want to go home, Sam," she said softly, leaning into him. He nodded, helping her to her feet and bringing her back to the car, getting her buckled in and drove her to their home.

The rest of the day was just full of hugging on the couch, watching nothing on television but more having noise in the background. Ford lay in front of the fireplace, too big now to crawl in his mommy's lap when she was upset, and wanted to at least be close.

As bedtime came around, Sam had enough of the quiet seriousness, and planned to change that, even at the expense of his own masculinity. And so once Jo was in bed waiting for him to come out of the bathroom and join her, he hit play on the cd player...

... and proceeded to dance for her as he slowly stripped off his clothing until he was just in his over-sized heart boxers and managed not to permanently blind himself when the suspender snapped and slapped him in the eye.

Jo was laughing when he finally fell into bed and kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, holding him close. Sam just smiled and kissed her back.

"For you, I'll do anything..." he whispered, kissing her before pulling his head back. "Within reason." He quickly added, and Jo laughed and pulled him under the covers with her.

"Cas!" Sam stood up from the impromptu-bar in the living room as the angel arrived to the last minute bachelor party that House had started when he and Alec had come over the night before his wedding to Ruby only to find him sitting quietly reading.

Three tequila shots later, and Sam was smiling brightly and managed to stumble over to the angel, hugging him tightly. "You showed up!" Sam slurred, and Cas had to push Sam back off him and stand the man up.

"You are intoxicated," Castiel pointed out. "You said you were going to spend the night reading when I left."

"I was, and then House came over!" His voice was a bit louder than normal, and he threw his arm back to show House in the living room, getting ready to set fire to the tower of shot glasses to the cheering crowd. "And I don't even know any of these people. They just keep showing up!"

Ben managed to walk over, holding out two flaming shot-glasses, one for his uncle and one for the angel. Even with everything the kid had gone through, his prejudice for some reason did not extend to Castiel nearly as badly as any other angel. "Bottom's up, gentlemen."

Sam took the shot, and after a moment Castiel took his as well. The angel watched as Ben grabbed a third one, and both Winchesters blew out the fire before taking the shots. He hesitated, then blew out the fire in his glass and drank it as well. There was a bit of a burn down his throat, but it barely phased him.

"I'll get us another round," Ben said, taking the glasses back to the table and Sam laughed, leaning into Cas again.

"Cas... you are the best angel ever. Well, except for my brother. But ever since he joined your team, he's been a bit stiff, ya know." Sam laughed as Cas guided him to a chair. "Like he's got a whole Christmas Tree shoved..."

"Sam, you are drunk and do not mean these things you are saying." The angel sighed, looking down at his charge. "I think you need to go to bed so you are properly rested for tomorrow."

"Pfft. I'm fine." He looked up at Cas and smiled. "And you can just do your angel thing."

"Angel thing?"

"Yeah. Touch my forehead and make the hangover go away. It can be your wedding gift to me!" Sam gave Castiel a drunk smile.

"I may not have a choice. You can not say your vows if you are not in your right mind."

"See. That is why you're the best angel ever." Sam looked over at his nephew and House. "Ben! Get Cas something good for being the best angel ever!"

Castiel just sighed. This was going to be a long night.

It's going around and Sam caught the bug

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They actually let him cook?!

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You always were a happy drunk...