As a werewolf, you ate a lot. Dean and Sam have witnessed it first hand whenever they finish up a hunt and either get take-out of go to some diner in town. They’ve gotten used to the fact that you’ll need to be eating for two people, even though there was no second person.

Dean had woken up from his sleep when he heard noises coming from the kitchen. While being on high alert, he made his way to the kitchen, flicking on a light to find… you?

You. Having a whole feast which Dean was pretty sure contained most of the contents from the fridge. It was alright though, he supposed, Sam was going grocery shopping tomorrow morning anyway.

You paused, seeming to notice him now as you glanced over, just staring at him.