Chapter 7
Sam knocked tunefully, then waited. Dean’s yell of ‘come in’ was soft, but Sam just managed to decipher the words and opened the door. He hung his jacket on the peg and slipped his trainers off, then placed them neatly on the mat.
“Smells amazing,” he shouted, following his nose into the kitchen.
“Sausage casserole. Plenty of vegetables.”
Sam’s stomach gurgled, and Dean laughed, then poked him. “Now I know your words weren’t just flattery.”
Dean spooned the casserole into bowls, then gestured to the kitchen table. “Think we’ll eat this in here. I remember how messy you were with the pasta.”
“I wasn’t messy,” Sam hissed.
Dean laughed and slid into a chair at the table. Sam hesitated for a second, then slid into the chair opposite. He hummed his appreciation after each mouth
